George and I have incurable wanderlust. We have kept it under wraps during our incarnation as career-folks, but have always dreamed of taking a really long road trip. Last fall we bought a 22-foot travel trailer and, after a couple of in-state shakedown cruises, put it to bed for the long Anchorage winter.
Spring (aka break-up) is approaching and we are plowing out the trailer. We retired from our jobs and are about to embark on a year-long (more or less) road trip through the Lower-48. Because our lives have been constrained by schedules and deadlines for so many years, we want to keep this trip as flexible as possible. Aside from my desire to sample all the best local potato chips in the country, we have no agenda and our itinerary is fluid.
Zoe is concerned about the packing, but will follow us anywhere.
We are waiting for the snow to melt so that we can get solar panels installed on our trailer. After that, it’s final packing up and we should be leaving in early May.
We are almost unleashed and unmuzzled, but not there yet.