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His name is The Biscuit, an 8-pound Yorkshire Terrier who joined the family mid-summer and wreaked a certain amount of havoc on travel plans. Ok, a lot of havoc. Originally he was to be a travel buddy on the return trip West. But after only a week in NY it was obvious he was too young and too much a puppy for me handle alone.
|Admiral Fox with The Biscuit|
By next spring we all should be ready to drive across the Andes together. Well, maybe something a little less adventurous.
Wyoming, perhaps? Michigan? Newfoundland?
After the California hiatus to get The Biscuit home, I flew back to NY to grab the truck and trailer, only to find that the Tundra "check engine" light was on. Santo Crappo. About $300 dollars later - and nearly a week of waiting for the repair shop to fix it - the mighty Tundra and The Red Writer were back ready to roll.
The quick return drive across the U.S. - a nearly straight I-80 run across familiar territory - was rewarding, if incredibly hot. Every day was 90 degrees or hotter.
Only two massive thunderstorms overtook me - both times while safely in campgrounds: one in Davenport, Iowa, the second in Ogallala, Nebraska. Quite a change from the eastward trip.
I have a notebook full of entries about the people, places and adventurous mishaps (of course...) from the westward leg of the trip. Those will spill out here in coming weeks as I try to make sense of my handwriting.
But for the moment, here are a few photos.
|The Red Writer at Bud and Roxanne Hooper's house in Lakewood, NY|
|Wedged in with other highway adventurers at an RV rest stop in Ohio|
|The entrance to the Strategic Air Command & Aerospace Museum in Ashland, Neb.|
|Lakeside campground near Ashland, Nebraska|
|Near son Jason Fitzgerald's house in Minturn, Colorado|
|Sunset at Ely, Nevada|
|Back in California - at Donner Summit|