Big Joe and the Incident.


It’s our first day at Glacier NP and the Airstream is as level as it’s going to get at this campsite. (I may feel as though I’m going to roll out of bed but it’s doubtful.) 🙂 We’re stoked to get out on the hiking trails tomorrow but first, drive the Going to the Sun Road and also scope out the trail heads,

Back at the campsite, we’re hungry and tired. I made basil pesto pasta and a huge mixed green salad with fresh beets, walnuts and blue cheese.

As you might imagine, food preparation and clean up in a small space such as the Stream requires organization and efficiency. I love the efficiency aspect as it’s challenging and rewarding. I’m also quite good at it being a backpacker. I appreciate that the Stream has more counter space along with a larger bathroom than most campers not to mention the Stream is also equipped with a furnace and a water heater.

While I’ve washed plenty of dishes with sand and lake water, being a backpacker, hot water is never taken for granted while preparing non dehydrated foods.

I wish I had a video of what occurred next; As I’m at the kitchen sink, running hot water to wash and rinse our dishes, I notice something out of the corner of my eye. I quickly turn around toward the sight and sound to see water gushing from an area under the shower. As quick as I can, I shut off the water pump, yell for Kevin (to do what, I have no idea as I had no idea what to do myself), let out an expletive or two and then study the source of gushing water. BTW, if you weren’t aware, RV’s and boats REALLY SHOULD NOT get wet on the interior. Yah, seriously. :). Well, I discover the source, the water hose was an after market and was not intended for hot water. ‘It’s impressive that it lasted as long as it did’, according to our new friend Big Joe.

Our camping neighbors, Joe and Linda, invited us over to their campfire and I explained the explosion of water. Do know that they have had their share of problems with vehicles and such this week as well. Big Joe kindly extended an offer to look at the problem. Hours later, we determined it would require a three-hour round trip drive into the closet town that had a hardware store and we would have to leave at daybreak as we are moving to Many Glacier Campground and need to make this transition by 11am. Joe measured and remeasured the plumbing pipe that I would need and I felt quite confident I could replace the piece myself once back with the part.

Seven HOURS later, down the narrow mountain, up the narrow mountain and around the huge Glacier from east to west and west to east we were back, and while the tubing I purchased wasn’t ideal, big Joe and I did our best. After we had it all fitted, we turned on the water and GUSH! Here we go again!

Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!

Okay, a few more adjustments and many hours later with Big Joe’s head stuck in a 12″ x 18″ cabinet and fitting a hose and clamp in a 4″ area, it’ll do and I’ll simply use the water conservatively.

Love Big Joe and his wife Linda. I’m looking forward to their visit to Michigan this fall.

You’ll want to read about Linda’s Mom, Gertie in an upcoming blog. 🙂



Blueberry Blues

The warm sunshine in just the right place on my body was feelin’ pretty good this chilly Montana morning at Fort Peck. It’s remarkable how cooking blueberry pancakes and brewing coffee not only warms the Stream but the aroma makes it that much more cozy.

I handed Kevin the blueberry pancakes along with the coffee to set at the picnic table and grabbed my phone, thinking I would catch up on emails, text, social media and all the usual…

I read that my ‘young’ friend, after finding out only weeks ago that she had pancreatic cancer (that also invaded her liver), had passed. Having worked with her daughter at my former bookstore, I felt overwhelmed with grief wondering how at age twenty three, you learn your mom has a few weeks to live and you have to say goodbye.

How the hell do I enjoy blueberry pancakes when my friend is heart broken and I am too?

RIP my friend.


Mostly Cloudy With a 100% Chance of Fracking

Mostly Cloudy With 100 Percent Chance of Fracking.

Late start out of Apostle Islands – like 1:00 pm late start. Organic blueberries from home and organic flour along with fresh eggs right out of the chicken’s butt, made for an awesome breakfast, with Lake Superior just a few feet from us.

Staying in Crookston, MN tonight and blowing through North Dakota tomorrow due to the fracking. NO desire to get caught up in the traffic, trying to find a place for the Stream or mass numbers of people. I hope to be amused for at least ten minutes.

We met a part time RV’er that solo travels around the USA named Linda, and she carries a motorcycle on the back of her 35 foot RV. Very independent and cool lady. Never married, no children (other than the two cats, Whiskey and one that I call Shy Guy. I made Linda blueberry pancakes also.





Good bye ND, I know you MUST have beautiful landscape, I just didn’t see it. Helllooo Montana!


Beauty and Humanity

Seven hundred miles into our five thousand mile Streamin’ adventure, we woke in one of my favorite towns in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan; Munising. Of course one of the reasons it’s a favorite, other than Lake Superior (the largest fresh water lake in the world by surface) is the Falling Rock Bookstore and Cafe. Amazing people, fireworks, coffee, great food, and BOOKS! Lots and lots of books!

Eight hours and four hundred and fifty miles west, we unintentionally ended up at Apostle Islands of National Lakeshore and it is beautiful, quaint, and very much reminds me of the Eastern Seaboard with its historical charm.

The Stream and I were ecstatic to finally find a peaceful location directly on the banks of Lake Superior, after nine hours of driving in and out of rain with very little food and nearly running out of gasoline. We now have warmth and sunshine!

Looking around at our camping neighbors and my friend Kevin, I am pleasantly reminded that traveling isn’t all about the beautiful landscape but also the diversity of our people encompassing all ethnic backgrounds, sizes, shapes, personalities and whatever may be happening in their personal lives.

Cozy in my little 1975 – 21’foot Airstream, belly full of freshly harvested organic food( traveling with me from my garden), a bon-fire, thousands of bright stars, I am blurry eyed, falling asleep, content with a smile, looking forward to yet another crisp fall day full of adventure.


If There’s a Sticker, I Want One

If There’s a Sticker, I Want One

US 2 begins in Michigan and I’m excited to experience it nearly in its entirety with two of my good friends, Kevin and my Stream. Of course spending two weeks nearly around the clock with someone rather than something [Airstream] usually presents itself with an adventure all its own. 😏

A five thousand mile road trip with the climax being half way through this journey, rather than near the end as with most books; Glacier, Montana and Banff, Canada.

I asked Kevin on a Sunday if he was interested and ten days later we were on our way. Now that’s the way I like to roll! Spontaneity at its best.

US 2 – East to West, I’m lookin’ forward to hangin’ with you for a while, and I want a US 2 sticker!