
“STOP!!!” my wife screamed. I slammed on my brakes even though I was only going 3 mph. It was 10 o’clock at night in Canyon Country, CA, where my folks live and where we store our 33 foot Grand Designs Reflection, travel trailer. The plan was to meet my wife with the dogs at my folks house Thursday night after work, finish packing for our 3 week trip, sleep a few hours and be on the road by 4 am. We had a little 762 mile car ride that first day which would put us at Brigham City/Perry South KOA, the very north end of the Great Salt Lake by 4 pm.
The idea, before going to bed, was to pull the trailer forward a few feet, maybe 8 feet, so the trailer was off the side dirt and more level on the driveway. Thus, we could have the trailer fully hooked up to the Ford F-150, have only one of the two slideouts open, wake up at 3:45 am, pull in one slideout and hit the road. We disconnected everything but left the electric power cord cable still hooked up to the trailer only. My idea was to save the infinitely small amount of time of fully unhooking the electric and just have my wife hold it while I rolled forward. However, my wife dropped part of the cable and of course it went under the camper tire and pulled the cable right out of the socket on the trailer.
Shit happens, but this was us with a really bad idea. It was a bad scenario because we planned on going to sleep and since we both use CPAPs, we needed the hookup to my parents’ house to run the machines. Once you’re accustomed to using a CPAP, it’s impossible to sleep without one. Therefore, we adjusted our gameplan from leaving at 4 am the next morning to finish hooking up the trailer and leaving right then and there at 10:45 pm.



Therefore, we left and drove about 3 and half hours and stopped at a rest stop about an hour past Baker, CA, at 2:30 am. We slept in the trailer because we can access that without opening the slide outs. However, we still did not have functional CPAPs, but we were so exhausted, we managed a few hours of uncomfortable sleep. We pushed on with our marathon first day of driving. Lisa called the campground, Brigham City / Perry South KOA, and found out they recommended a local repair guy who repaired RVs. So we had this guy waiting for us and when we arrived at 5 pm, he had purchased a new electric cable ahead of time, just in case, and told us that the socket was fine. He was also kind enough to knock of the $75 fee just for showing up becuase he had another repair job to do onsite and ours turned out to be an easy fix.



After driving 762 miles and the electric fixed, we set up our camping chairs, cracked open some wine and enjoyed the view from site 52. Facing south, we could see the north end of the Great Salt Lake to our right and the mountains to our left. The after effects of the crazy rainy winter, in not only the western United States, but all over the country, is the fact that all the rivers and lakes were either full or close to it. The Great Salt Lake was no exception. Before 2023, the photo below would show no water according to a woman working the KOA.




Now my wife hates it, but the first day or two of these cross country trips is a hell of a lot of driving. However, as I explain to her, we’re not retired, therefore, we have to have these power days of driving in order to conquer as much as we can in a 3 week period. So, day 2, we drove another 422 miles to Big Timber, Montana, where we would stay for 2 nights. We left Brigham City around 7 am and drove north on interstate 15 to Idaho Falls where we switched to the 20 towards Bozeman where we would hang a right and drive across half of Montana to Spring Creek Campground & Trout Ranch. This drive was one of the greatest, most beautiful drives I have ever done. No monuments of any kind, but simple, natural beauty with rivers, lakes, mountains, valleys and canyons. It was the most painless 8 hour drive ever.






We arrived at Spring Creek CG & Trout Ranch, Montana, Saturday, June 24, at 4 pm. We had site 6 which was right along the Boulder River which ran south to north. Confused as to why they call it “Spring Creek CG” given that the river is called “Boulder”. Weird, but oh well. The town of Big Timber, a small town of 1700 people, is literally in the middle of nowhere and is the halfway point between Bozeman to the west and Billings to the east. The elevation here was 4091, lower elevation than Brigham City, however, we were way more north, so it got a little chilly at night which was perfect. The cool part was the river was literally about 10 feet behind our camper. Also, the river was raging. I’m no expert but I’d guess it was moving at about 15 miles per hour. So, the dogs had to be on a leash at all times because they could easily get swept away especially Kiki, the blind dog.







Our second day at Spring Creek CG, we drove 30 miles south to check out the Natural Bridge Falls. Constrained by a deeply cut chasm during high water, the Boulder River, the same one behind our campsite, flows over a 100-foot precipice, creating the spectacular Natural Bridge Falls. At low water, the river used to flow under a natural rock bridge, but in July 1988, the bridge that gave the area its name, collapsed.








On our way back to our campground, we stopped off at the one and only bar for miles around. Talk about in the middle of nowhere. It was called “Holly’s Road Kill Saloon”. For those Trump fans, this is your Shangri-La. There was a “Trump 2024” flag flying from the roof, a “Keep on Trumping” sign as you approach the bar, and inside a life-size cutout of Trump giving the thumbs up sign. The sign by the road had a deer carcass dangling from it. It looked quite real and had flies around it. Lisa and I figured it was taxidermal, but I wasn’t going to get close enough to see or take a photo of it. Sorry readers. We ate and drank at the outside bar which Holly, the owner, was serving us. Holly was, I’m guessing, 60 and quite weathered for her age. Think of a Harley-Davidson chick from Sturgis in regards to the wardrobe. There were about 7 or 8 tourists and 3 local 25 year old construction workers getting obliterated for lunch. Comforting to know these guys were going to be working on the highway possibly later that afternoon. After about 30 minutes, a car pulled up in front and a woman got out of the passenger seat wearing a mask and walked inside. Holly stopped mid-sentence while talking to us and got this angry look on her face. She met the woman as she entered. “Stop right there!” she said to the masked woman. “We don’t serve your kind here.” I thought maybe we missed some earlier dialogue but no. She said to Holly very politely with a soft spoken voice that she really needed to use the restroom. “No way! You take that mask and get the hell out of here. I want you fucking out of my place right now. I do not have to serve you”. The woman, along with the rest of us, were dumbfounded. The 3 local construction workers were like “right on, Holly, give it to her”. The woman tried again. “I just need to use the restroom and then I’ll leave.” Seemed a reasonable request given that there was not another one for many miles. “I said no!” Holly was screaming at the top of her voice. “Get you and your fucking mask out of here. I mean it. Right fucking now!” After an intense 7 second standoff, the woman shook her head in disbelief and left. We watched her walk back to her car, and the husband rolled down the window. She leaned in the window to tell her husband that they were in the bizarro world. Holly then, believe it or not, lost her shit again when the woman didn’t immediately get in the car and leave. “Mother fucker, ” she said as she threw her cleaning towel angrily towards the floor and stormed off towards the jukebox. She then proceeded to cue up Kid Rock’s “We the People”. For those that don’t know the song, it’s all about anti-vaccine, anti-mask, COVID is a hoax, Fauci hate with the words “mother fucker” or “fuck” every other word. Holly then one upped her crazy, insane self by turning up the volume to 10 both on the inside and outside speakers. When the car drove away, Holly seemed to calm down and went right back to chatting with us as if nothing happened. Sometimes, well, a lot of times as of late, it’s embarrassing being an American. The 60 year old couple next to us seemed frightened at this point and left immediately leaving full plates of food and beer. We didn’t stay much longer either.



After the Holly-goes-crazy lunch, we headed back to our campsite and decided to sit outside in our beach chairs and gaze at the stars. One of the advantages of being so far from any kind of city is that the night is completely dark and thereby providing excellent stargazing. Of course, one of our pet peeves is when campers go in for the night, yet they’re nice enough to leave their outside camper lights on thus killing any chance at checking out the stars. Our neighbor, who was quite nice actually, flipped on his 2 strings of lights and turned in for the night. It was weird. Lisa and I waited for about 30 minutes before Lisa got her liquid courage and went to the side of his camper and unplugged the lights. Wow! What a difference with the night sky and the show of stars. With the loud sound of the river roaring next to us, it was a great night.
We woke up and hit the road by 9 am. We had 365 miles to cover, so roughly 6 hours of driving to Medora, North Dakota, to go see Theodore Roosevelt National Park or TRNP. This drive was beautiful as well, however, until we got about 30 miles east of Miles City, MT, on interstate 94. As soon as we drove through Miles City, you could see this huge black cloud waiting for us. We were expecting a good rain but what we got was an insane hail storm and I’m talking end of the world shit. The first five minutes, we were like “cool” then the hail got bigger, some the size of golf balls, then the hail came down harder and harder. It sounded like it was going to break through the windshield. It wasn’t cool anymore. Absolutely crazy.


We got to Medora CG around 5 pm and set up at site 704. Full hook ups, pretty clean site but no fires which sucked.






We stayed 3 nights at Medora CG with the goals of exploring both the north and south units of the park. The north unit is less visited because it’s about 70 miles north of where the south unit is. The whole point was to explore both units which we did. You’ll hear from other campers that the south unit is better and has more wildlife which was definitely true, but I’m glad we did both. After we arrived that first afternoon, we decided to hit the south unit because there’s less of a crowd and with the twilight coming, there was a better chance at seeing wildlife. We saw prairie dogs, buffalo and wild horses. It was overcast with a storm coming, but the sun was trying to peak through as it was setting which was beautiful in the park and even when we got back to our campsite.









The next morning, our first full day in Medora, Lisa worked from the trailer while I did a hike at Painted Canyon which was 10 miles down the road from the CG.


Lisa wrapped up early and we both ebiked around town, hitting a few of the bars in town before going to see the state famous “Medora Musical” at Burning Hills Amphiteatre, located 5 minutes from the CG. During my research for the trip, I found out that this musical explains through song how Teddy Roosevelt came to discover North Dakota and got so inspired from living here on and off for 2 years that when he later became president, he created the National Park system to preserve our lands and its animal residents. Well, for $50, you get a ticket to the show, but for an additional $35, you can eat right by the theatre 90 minutes before the show. We did the meal as well which I highly recommend. It was a cafeteria / buffet style serving fondue steak, baked beans, garlic bread, fruit, salad, and baked potatoes. The drinks you pay on the side, but they had water, soda, beer and basic cocktails. The food was excellent, the view of the prairie lands beautiful and the vibe with all the other patrons was welcoming. After dinner, you simply walked about 50 yards and you’re at the theatre which had a sign similar to the Hollywood sign that was in the background behind where the musical was performed.








Our second day, we drove up to the north unit and spent a few hours. We saw a herd of buffalo, some running for some reason. We had lunch at the River Bend Overlook Trail which had, as you can imagine, a killer view of the Little Missouri River which runs through both the north and south units.







We got back from the north unit around 2 pm and decided to hit the south unit again. Not surprising, it was really crowded, but much to our surprise, was the fact that we did not see any wildlife. The best time of day is the early mornings and late evenings which we did our first night.
We left late the next morning from Medora and headed to the Devils Tower in Wyoming. It was a short 226 miles or 3 and a half hour drive through small foothills. We had both been to the tower but that was 15 years ago, plus our campsite was the closet you could get to the tower, so we were both pretty pumped up to get to the site. Seeing the Devils Tower with your own eyes is worth doing at least once in your life. Therefore, I’m going to apologize up front for a lot of pictures coming up.




We stayed at the Devils Tower KOA, site 100, which I was told is the closet you can camp to the tower. I booked it in November, the first day it was available, so I could grab this precious site. I knew this was the site because a lot of other campers came by our site to take pictures. This KOA is at 3850′ and had a full camp store and even a full cafe that if you stayed at the KOA, you got 10% off any kind of meals there. We had full hookups, but the real bonus was that site 100 was the only site with a cement patio. On the outer edge of the campground is the Belle Fourche River which was going pretty strong.



My sister-in-law, Marcie, and her husband, Ed, drove from Las Vegas and stayed next to us in site 99. Ed and Marcie’s friends, Rob, Laura, their 2 kids and Rob’s mother, Linda, also drove up from Colorado and stayed a few sites down. Before Ed’s friends showed up, however, Marice pulled out 4 cups and poured a couple of glasses worth of a strawberry liquer that had tequila in it.

That first night, everybody came over with cocktails and appetizers and we just sat there chit chatting and staring at the tower. Later on in the evening, I tried to start a fire in our portable fire pit and was having trouble. Now, when I asked the people working at the campground if we could have fires they didn’t exactly say no or yes. So, I figured I’d start a fire until somebody shut us down. Luckily, that never happened. Well, after struggling to keep the fire going, a neighbor, 28 year old Katelyn, and her mom who were tent camping nearby saw us having trouble, they walked over and offered to use their Coleman butane blow torch on our fire. Within 2 minutes, the thing was up and blazing away. We invited Katelyn and her mom over for drinks and snacks, and the next thing I knew, we had a little impromptu party of 11 people going on. It was a lot of fun and the best night of the trip. The really cool part was the sky kept changing colors as we partied on.







Our first full day at the Devils Tower, Lisa had to work for a few hours from the camper. Rob and his family minus his mom, Marice and Ed and myself decided to hike around the base of the tower which is roughly 3 miles. A pretty basic hike where we stopped on the opposite side of the mountain where the visitor center is and we hung out for an hour before finishing our hike.






For those that don’t know or aren’t old enough, in 1977, Steven Speilberg did a movie called “Close Encounters of the Third Kind”. It did well, but because it came out the same summer as “Star Wars”, it was not the hit they were expecting. In the movie, aliens make contact with the US government at the base of the Devils Tower which made this monument way more famous. Another cool part of staying at this KOA, is that they play the movie every night in the summer at 8 pm outside the cafe. So as a group, we brought some adult sippy cups and blankets and watched the movie with the Devils Tower looming in the background. Like most 70’s movies, it’s a bit slow with average special effects, compared with today’s standards, so the young people got a bit bored. Anyone over 50, it was quite the nostalgia moment.

After spending 2 and a half days at Devils Tower, which was awesome, we got up and slowly headed out towards Custer, South Dakota. It was only 116 miles and a 2 hour drive, so we took our time packing up. Ed and Marcie headed back to Vegas, and Rob and his family headed back to Colorado Springs. Now, we had 5 nights planned at Custer. The Custer State Park is 30 minutes from Mt. Rushmore and had a few highway loops where you can spot a lot of wildlife, mainly buffalo herds which is why we came here. We’d been to Mt. Rushmore 15 years before, but we were excited to see it again. We stayed at Big Pine Campground which was 2 miles west out of town. The CG was ok but not as cool as we were expecting. After driving around town, we realized the place to camp is Buffalo Ridge Camp Resort. It’s closer to town, but it has all the amenities like a pool, jacuzzi, fancy camp store, but the really cool part is that the CG sits on the top of a small hill with great views. It looked very new and God knows what the price is, but we would definitely stay there next time. Big Pine was fine, but it was old school. No pool, pretty wooded with not much views and dusty roads.
We got to the CG around 2 pm, set up camp, and then decided to go check out the town of Custer. We found a brewery called Mt. Rushmore Brewery which was fantastic. Great brews, good food, and a killer ambiance. I had a beer called “Rutherford B. Haze” which is a take off of our 19th president, Rutherford B. Hayes. It was an IPA which is my go-to and it was quite tasty. Infact, it was so good, I ended up getting a full growler of it in a really cool label.






Our first full day in Custer, we decided to do the Needles Highway loop which goes east on highway 16A then highway 87 north then highway 89 west. We basically did a counter-clockwise loop and went through various narrow tunnels which was pretty cool and saw a lone buffalo along with some beautiful landscape.








We spent another day exploring the so called Wildlife Loop which was taking the 16A east to the 87 going south and looping counter-clockwise back to the 16A west. Here we got into a natural traffic jam which was exactly what we were hoping for. Small 2 lane highway road stopped by a herd of buffalo. We also saw a mountain goat and wild burros. This was the thing we were dreaming about when we were planning this trip months before.















On July 3, we drove up to Mt. Rushmore. In 2007, Lisa, Jacob, my son who was 6 at the time, and myself did Devils Tower and Mt. Rushmore. The lure was seeing one of the best 4th of July presentations in the whole country. Most people wait for hours to sit at the visitor center and look straight up as they shoot the fireworks off the 4 heads. Back then a ranger told us that a few miles away we could take a gondola up a hill and see the fireworks without the crowds. Here are some photos from ’07.




So, we were hoping to see the same kind of show, however, the rangers told us that they stopped doing the fireworks off the heads after 2008. He said we were incredibly lucky to have seen that. Apparently, they stopped because too much leftovers from the fireworks would be all over the National Park and the animals were eating the stuff, so they stopped. Therefore, we got to visit Mt. Rushmore but no fireworks. There were quite a few clouds strolling by so we had the opportunity to get pics where the sun highlighted the heads and some pics without. Kiki and Tuxedo also got to be “Bark Rangers”.










We spent another day grabbing our floats and chilling on Sylvan Lake, a gorgeous lake with rocks surrounding half the border. We had to wait out a thunder shower, but soon we got out on the lake with our cocktails and floated around.



Our last day in custer, it was overcast and on and off drizzle. So we drove up to the town of Hill City where there were a few breweries and places to wine taste. We visited Firehouse Brewing Co. where they had a great setup for both beer and wine tasting. The wine was surprisingly good but then we found out they outsourced the grapes from Napa, so there you go. Next, we stopped at Naughti Wines which was connected with Sick N Twisted Brewery. The wines were not as good and neither were the beers but the setup was cool. Then we did Prairie Berry Winery and finished at Miner Brewing Co. where we had appetizers. We finished at Hil City with a late lunch at Mangiamo Wood Fried Pizza. The food was good and much like everything else in South Dakota was cheap.









We left Custer and Big Pine CG a day early since we had conquered what we wanted to do. We originally had a monstrous day of driving, so by cutting the Custer part a day early, we broke up our drive to Durango, CO. Therefore, we drove to the Westminster Elks Lodge #2227 just north of downtown Denver. Upon our arrival at 7:30 pm, the Elks was having their Bingo Night. So we plugged in our electric, gave the dogs food and walked over to the banquet hall. We grabbed a few drinks and played with the group of about 40 people for the last Bingo card of the night.
The next day we left at 8 am and drove 361 miles for about 7 hours. This part of our trip was up and over the Rockies, so the truck crawled over some parts. Still, it was beautiful scenery for the most part. We got to Alpen Rose RV Park just north, outside of Durango, CO, at 5 pm, set up camp and hit the above ground pool to cool off.







Our first day in Durango, Lisa had to work out of the trailer for the first half of the day while I took the ebike and cruised the town. A great thing about Durango is that its very bike friendly with a bike path that goes along the Animas River which runs right through town. The bike path dipped under and over bridges and went for miles. I came back by the early afternoon and I got Lisa to grab her bike and we explored the town of Durango. On our ride we saw deer in people’s yards cooling off.



Our next door camper had told us to visit the Durango Hot Springs while we were there, so we went Friday night, and it was the coolest hot springs either one of us has ever been to. They had about 18-20 different rock pools, some small enough for 7 people and some big enough for 20. They also had none of that sulfur smell that you would expect. The nice part is after you walk in, there’s a sign that says “adults only” to the left and “families” to the right. So you have that option which is nice. Also, they named each spa and had the temperature listed. As if that wasn’t user-friendly enough, they had a small bar that served some light snacks and drinks: beer, wine, frozen margaritas. Once the sun set, they had fire pits lit up. I was talking with a local about how nice the place was and he told me that some local guys that made money in the stock market bought it a few years ago and dumped 7 million bucks into it. Not sure how true that is but it sure seemed like somebody dumped a good amount into it.





Our last day in Durango, we did the train to Silverton which is kind of famous among Coloradoans. You ride on an 1882 train from Durango to Silverton and then hang out at Silverton for a few hours and then either train ride back or take a bus back. We chose the bus ride back because it’s a 3 and a half hour ride one way via the train. The bus ride is 90 minutes and you get to see the same landscape and nature from the top of the mountains whereas the morning train ride cruises through the bottom of the Animas River Gorge. The town of Silverton is a historic mining town from the mid to late 1800’s. I was glad we did it, but I think one time is enough.







We loved Durango and would definitely come back. Alpen Rose RV Park? Probably not. It was nice enough but they were crazy with the rules with camp employees roaming around watching every little thing you do. It was just too much for my liking. We got up on Sunday, July 9, and headed for Flagstaff, Arizona, for a short stopover on our way back to LA. On the way, I was happy to show Lisa Four Corners, the only place in the US where 4 states meet: Arizona, Colorado, New Mexico, and Utah. When I first went there with my college girlfriend back in 1990, it was free and there was a couple of half ass built shacks with Indians selling handmade jewelry. Now? It’s $8 a person with 40 shacks that are built quite nicely surrounding the actual 4 corner point. There’s a visitor center, bathrooms, a small set of ramps so that you can take an eagle eye shot of your loved one standing on the point.





We got to Flagstaff, Arizona, around 3 pm. We set up shop at Woody Mountain CG. Full hookups with plenty of trees, in fact, they wedged us in between some trees that was tough because the water hookup was pretty far away. It took us a bit to finally land the camper, but afterwards, we hit the Lumberyard Brewing Co. which was fantastic then we went to Beaver Street Brewery which wasn’t quite as good. The last night of our trip and we went to bed early. Left the next morning around 8 am and got back to LA around 5 pm. It was tough to see this trip end, but after 3 weeks, it was nice to be home. Already trying to figure out next summer’s trip. Lisa wants to do the southeast, but we might have to do that before the summer and it gets crazy hot and humid.























































































































































































































































