You Can't Get Lost

  You Can’t Get Lost – Day 2 Well, after last night’s escapades, it was nice to get plugged in and warmed up a bit.  Cold weather camping requires a little bit different viewpoint than summer camping.  You know it's going to be cold, so you can’t fight it, you have to roll with it.   Like last night, it hit -7 degrees at about 5:30.  Here are some considerations for cold weather camping.   First, a motorhome, or any RV does not have the same insulation as a typical house.  (Well, Erik’s bathroom in the “new house” didn’t have any insulation in the walls, but that’s a different story.)  My walls are 1-1/2” thick Styrofoam (or something close to it, think coffee cup house).  The floor is 1” thick plywood with a layer of linoleum on it.  I have two slideouts, and the imperfect seals that go with that.  So basically, there is only so much energy you want to put into keeping it warm.  So, I’ve got my two electric heat...

  You Can’t Get Lost – Day 1 So why am I doing this?  When Sally and I started cruising, I tried to write mom a postcard every day so that she would get some mail that wasn’t flyers or other junk, and so that she could keep up with where we were, sometime weeks later.  And she could see the pictures on the card and sometimes remember being there herself or enjoy new places.  And, we always said the Betty’s (Sally’s mom) favorite song was “Far Away Places with Strange Sounding Names”.  ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1RO2-uDTmHU ) (Crosby's was the first recording, in 1948, the year it was published.) Consider these your Postcards! First day out When the Solien’s (Sally’s family) were packing for a long trip out west, Sig made the observation that “’Whoever said you can’t take it with you’ didn’t know Sandy.”  Well, the space in a motorhome encourages that.  But there is also the inherent problem of a house on wheels.  I’ll skip the gory details ...

  You Can't Get Lost If You Don't Know Where You Are Going Honesty from the great American Philosopher Fred Hawley.  (For those that don't know Fred, he's Kathy Puckett's dad, who traveled the US with his travel trailer I don't know how many times from Florida to Wyoming  (and I'm sure to the west coast, I just don't remember specifically), from Mexico to Canada to Alaska.  He was a great storyteller and had a lot to tell.  He truly never met a stranger.  He has been a real inspiration for many of us! Well, with that intro, My Plans.  Hi All,  Sunday, I'm heading off to Las Vegas for the Mountain West Basketball Tournament and points south and east.  The Wyoming Men's basketball team has been bouncing between #1, #2, and #3 in the Mountain West Conference for the past couple of weeks, so it's a good time to go.  And the girl's team is ranked #5 and should move up a spot or two by tournament time, so they should get an NIT bid (which they...