RV Home

Gilbert Ray Campground in Tucson was our favorite stop. Operated by Pima County, the fabulous setting is atop a hill overlooking saguaro in every direction. We are very glad Joni didn’t have a rattlesnake encounter. Here we are: Just a mile away is the extraordinary Sonora Desert Museum. This lovingly created mostly outdoor museum guides you along paths through desert flora and fauna condensed into a few acres. The museum advances a strongly ecological theme depicting riparian habitats, long gone, where lived river otters, beavers, herons, and fish.

We really enjoyed our all too brief stay in Las Cruces, NM. Good eats and awesome staff at Chilito’s: This is a gordita (actually 3) and they are goooood! ] Earlier, Lewis read to the puppy:

We’ve been traveling through Texas for the last two days. My friend who grew up here told me to be on the look out for big hair and armadillos. We are proud to say we have seen both. Everything is big in this state including the Texas shaped waffle Lewis had for breakfast this morning. Oil rigs, truckers, cowboy hats… …it’s all here.

Kitty korner from our RV park in Dixie Inn, LA was this fabulous place: …that offered this fabulous menu: …that lead to considerable contentment: Lewis dined on blackened catfish topped with crawfish etouffe with a side of gumbo and pronounced it, “extraordinary!”

Wally’s cousin twice removed (?)…

We’ve named our RV “Silver Bullet” because it was ordered by someone who ended up not buying. They ordered it with custom paint: all silver with no running shoe swooshes. We like that; apparently, most RV buyers don’t. Our motto: We may not be going fast, but we are not standing still. #NotStandingStill

We’ve pulled off the interstate for lunch and backed into our first parking space. Note overhanging the long rear end and just missing the tree. Emmy is sore relieved. 

Wow. A lot of stuff. A battleship with wheels. We’re sailors and an RV makes a sailboat look like a bathtub toy.

We arrived in Nokomis, Florida to pick up our RV: a Leisure Travel Serenity. This is the start of a new, very American adventure. We will travel 3700 miles. Along the way, we will pick up a new wire-haired dachshund puppy in Pearl, Mississippi. He or she will accompany us the rest of the way to his or her new home in the Pacific Northwest. Will he or she lose his or her barking accent?