The second day of driving has swept us along into our third state: Idaho, via a short cut through Washington. Amazing to feel the difference in climate here, cooler and damper. No, it’s not because we are closer to Ireland. We’re in the Idaho panhandle and looking towards the foothills of the Rockies.
Mentioning the Rockies brings some trepidation, even tomorrow there’ll be some big climbs and we’ll be 3,200ft above sea level at the end of the day, by easy reckoning. Good job the rig is running like a song and should pull up these slopes without fussing.
It’s amazing how easy it is to put an emotional framework onto the RV’s role. Perhaps we’re getting to know her. And like all of my friends, I wouldn’t ever mention the bad points.
Meeting the other RVers is interesting too. Uncle Stephen tells me that the folk who have sold their houses and travel around in their RVs are called “full-timers”. So what does that make us? They seem to be very friendy nonetheless…
Order up a baked Idaho potato on me! I’m sure I could have reversed her for you! I’m still waiting for a tow to rehab..should be moving to south tyrone tomorrow! Derek