Across the Northern American States

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The ferry headed south across the strait of Juan de Fuca as clouds rolled in. Vancouver Island was easily visible behind us. My girlfriend Bev and I had spent the last three and a half weeks driving across and exploring our home country Canada, making it all the way to western tip of British Columbia. Our journey was continuing but we were now heading into Washington state and would be making our way back east across the northern American states, all the way back to our homes in Montreal. Traveling across Canada was a blast and it was easy in the sense that we could use our currency and our cellphones. The USA would be a different story in that regard. The ferry arrived at Port Angeles, and we disembarked with Jolene (the nickname we gave Bev's 2015 Chevy Sonic Hatchback). We briefly spoke to a customs agent, and then we were on our way. In town we stopped at a safeway store and picked up some food for dinner. Then we headed towards the nearby mountains, in Olympia National Park. We found a campsite at Heart of the Hills campground and pulled out our America the beautiful parks pass, which we had bought when visiting Glacier NP in Montana a few weeks earlier. We set up camp in a serene wooded area.

We packed up camp early and drove towards Hurricane Ridge, the weather being a mix of sun and clouds. There we found incredible views of the Olympia mountain range and had some close encounters with white-tailed deer in the parking lot as well as on some of the short paths we walked. We spent some hours here and then descended back down towards Port Angeles and then eastward. We took a detour to check out the Dungeness Wildlife Refuge. There we walked some nice nature trails that brought us to the sea and a ten kilometer natural sand spit. The refuge is an important ecological zone for many different species of birds. Continuing on we drove for many hours and reached the city of Tacoma. We wanted to find a sim card that we could use while in the country, and had decided to try Lycamobile, due to my Dad having mentioned that he used it while in Florida and that it was cheap to get. Of course we'd end up regretting that company but I'll discuss that soon. We heard there was a provider in Little Vietnam so we used our Atlas to find the area and then walked around through construction sites to eventually find the shop that should of had them, alas we learned they had none left. We drove on to Seattle, just in time for rush hour traffic. I wanted to find a place called Kerry Park which I had heard had a great skyline view of the city. We spent an agonizing hour trying to get to the place but seemed to always be thwarted by road closures, detours, traffic. Needless to say both Bev and I were at our wits end when we finally did arrive there. I quickly lightened up when I saw the views. Unfortunately it wasn't quite clear enough to see Mount Rainier in the distance, but the view of the city was amplified by the setting sun. Sadly our getting lost continued as we seemed to have the right address, just the wrong part of town. We did get to see a lot of Seattle as a result at least. Finally we reached our Air BnB, where some guy was renting out a bunch of his rooms. We were directly under a flight path, which seemed soothing for some reason, although it was definitely loud enough to interrupt conversations.

We slept in a bit and then got up ready to see a bit of Seattle. First we made a stop at Walmart to restock on a bunch of stuff, then we saw a Jack in the Box restaurant and decided to have lunch there. I'm always interested in trying different burger joints that aren't available back home. Then our mission to get that sim card resumed. We ended up finding one and then bought the activation information, but we had a frustrating time trying to make the thing work, and kept restarting Bev's phone and pulling out the card. Finally, we looked at each other and realized that we were wasting a perfectly good day in Seattle. We would deal with this phone issue later. We drove over to the the museum of flight, right next to the massive Boeing Air Field. Boeing has a major presence in Seattle and has its factory just north of it. We spent a few hours looking at all the exhibits which began right at the beginning of the age of flight and all the way to the modern space age. We even got to walk inside full size aircraft including an old Air Force One and a Boeing 787 Dreamliner. As the museum was closing and we were on our way out, Bev went to the bathroom and somehow pissed herself. Occasionally she gets these bad bladder spasms and has to rush to a bathroom. And yeah something happened and she peed down her leg and got her pants wet. Once at the car, I shielded her while she changed. She'll be delighted when she reads this part of the blog. We finally were able to get our new Sim card to work, and now had access to maps, which made navigating way easier. Washington state was one of the first to recreationally legalize Marijuana, so we stopped at this place called Dockside. I was amazed at how knowledgeable and helpful the staff was, and in no time I purchased two pre-rolled joints filled with a type of weed called Snoop's Dream. We then tried to stop at a Costco thinking it would have a gas station, but it didn't. We drove downtown and found a parking spot. We walked to the pike market but by this time most of the stalls were closing up for the night. We found this weird alleyway that had thousands of pieces of gum stuck to the wall. We strolled around several blocks, and I smoked my joint in a square. Light rain began to fall. Bev was having some weird cat themed withdrawal, so I pitched an idea about going to a cat cafe. So we found ourselves walking for a half an hour to a cat cafe called Neko. There we had to pay an entrance fee to hang out with a dozen cats for an hour. I wasn't too keen on the idea really, but there we were petting cats. The place closed and we left, walking back to the car and driving back to the Air BnB.

We checked out early and decided to grab breakfast at a McDonald's on the way. Along our drive we stopped at Mount Rainier NP, hoping to get some closer views of this beautiful mountain. Unfortunately we had mostly rain. We got up to the lookout and only had the briefest views of parts of the mountain. The rain picked up as we drove away. We were now heading southeast through Washington state, and the scenery was becoming increasingly drier and desert like. The sky was also clearing up. We stopped at a visitor center in the town of Yakima, where we met an older man by the name of Herb Shmidt. This guy was in his eighties and recounted all sorts of hiking stories from his life. In fact he still hikes to this day. The badland/desert scenery continued as we eventually crossed into the state of Oregon. We stopped at a few awesome viewpoints to take in the scenes. Darkness fell upon us as we carried on. We reached Farewell Bend State Campground and found a site in an open area. The temperature was warm but the wind was howling. We made dinner consisting of fish, pasta, and salad. We were now back in Mountain timezone.

We got going early. We were at the border with Idaho and would be spending most of our day going across the southern part of the state. This was the land of great potatoes, or at least was advertised as such on the state license plates. I love desert scenery and there was much to view as we passed through. The temperature was pretty warm, some of the warmest we've experienced so far actually. After a couple of hours we stopped at a Carl's Junior restaurant just off of the 84 in an attempt to try yet another burger place that we hadn't been to before. The burgers were great and Bev and I both agreed that we had to come back here again if given the chance. We drove for a few more hours and the scenery began to change as we approached the Rocky mountains. We crossed into the state of Wyoming and and went along some passes until we reached the town of Jackson. The town was bustling with tourists and we stopped to pick up some supplies. We were at the threshold of Grand Teton National Park, which we entered soon after. Our America the Beautiful park pass was serving us well so far. The awe inspiring scenery was apparent immediately. The Grand Teton Mountain Range could be seen sprouting out like a spine to our left. We stopped at Colter Bay campsite and found a campsite in a wooded area. Almost immediately we saw a female about my age running up to us, and to say she looked excited was an understatement. She began to speak to us in French, and I picked up really quickly that she had seen our Quebec license plate. Her name was Marie-Pierre and she was originally from Quebec but had lived the last 14 years in Alberta. She still had a very heavy Quebecois accent. We quickly could tell that there was a semblance of disappointment that we weren't exactly the Quebeckers she had in mind because although I speak French really well, there's definitely a hint of English accent. Much of Quebec is in fact French speaking but a lot of people don't realize that there is a sizable Anglophone population in and around Montreal. Marie-Pierre came from some place a few hours east of there and was surprised to discover that. She invited us to hang out with her at her campsite as she was making a big fire. Bev and I setup our camp and cooked dinner. Then we walked over to her bright fire amidst the darkness. We talked about our respective trips and Marie-Pierre offered us some beer. She was traveling solo from Banff, Alberta and was on her way to Colorado for a few weeks. She had already spent a few days in Yellowstone, and had been busy mountain biking and climbing. I pulled out the remaining joint I had and we smoked it. As the night grew late Marie-Pierre got louder and louder, and I guess this correlated with how drunk she was becoming. We laughed about being in Grand Teton National Park as in French this actually means large tits. At one point she wanted more wood and pulled out an axe to drunkenly chop up some big pieces she had. She was a crazy girl!

We woke up late and decided to have a more special breakfast than usual. We fried up some bacon and eggs and just took the morning easy. Then after doddling for long enough it was time to check out Grand Teton. We drove around for a while enjoying beautiful vistas and catching glimpses of Bison herds. We checked out some old Mormon barns and then ultimately found a spot to view one of the prettiest sunsets ever. After the sun set, it became cold, really fast!

We packed down our campsite after breakfast and then drove north. After only about a half hour we approached the gates. We showed our park pass to a friendly park ranger who warmly said "Welcome to Yellowstone". At that moment I started to think about the scene in Jurassic Park where John Hammond says "Welcome to Jurassic Park". I'm weird that way. Yellowstone National Park was the first National Park in the United States and signed into law in 1872. In fact it is also considered to be the first National Park in the entire world. Native Americans have lived on this land for thousands of years. Yellowstone is famous the world over and known for its erupting geysers, incredible mountain scenery, countless herds of Bison and other animals. In fact the park lies on a giant volcanic caldera, which could theoretically erupt again at any moment. It is the true definition of going on Safari in North America. I have wanted to come here for a long time. It was already September 25th, and the cold weather was arriving fast. Several campgrounds in the park were already closed for the season, but despite that the few that were still open were packed full. We knew it would be a challenge to find a site for a few days. We arrived in Lewis Lake campground, still in the south of Yellowstone and began to search. Eventually we found a site that didn't seem to be marked as taken. We set up camp and then drove off to find the main visitor center, located near the most famous erupting geysers. Some of the geysers could be predicted to erupt up to the minute, while many others could not. A lot of people come here to see Old Faithful, named so because it pretty much always erupts on time. Bev and I knew that we would be able to plan our day around this fact. We would first go on a stroll along the boardwalks to check out some of the other geysers. We made a dash for one called Grand Prismatic. We managed to get there just as it began erupting sulfuric water high into the air. The eruption lasted for about 15 minutes and we were happy to have made it as the next eruption was predicted for some time during the night. We then continued and saw a few more geysers and small prismatic hot springs. You could really smell the sulfur in the air wherever we went. We walked back towards the visitor center and then caught the eruption of Old Faithful. After this we got back in the car and drove a little further. The sun was beginning to set and we wanted to see the famous Grand Prismatic pond. Unfortunately the sun created a blinding effect and it was impossible to actually see the pond. I got some cool silhouette photos though. Throughout the day we noticed a lot of tour buses and groups everywhere we went. We were in Yellowstone after all. Back at the campsite, I walked to the bathroom to wash our dishes after dinner. It was mid evening when we noticed an RV park in front of the campsite. I man got out and looked confused. Apparently him and his girlfriend had reserved that particular site in the morning. Somehow we probably hadn't noticed their ticket on the sign post or maybe thought that it was from the previous day and hadn't been removed. It turned out that it didn't matter much because they were going to be sleeping in their RV and didn't even need to use the picnic table or firepit. Matt was the guys name, and they were on an epic journey from New York to California, and were stopping at various parks across the country en route. They planned to live on a beach for a while once they reached the coast.

It was COLD in the morning. The temperature had gone down to -6 degrees Celsius. Getting out of that sleeping bag was one of the hardest things I've had to do in a while. Once up, I walked over to a nearby water spigot and realized it was frozen solid. Luckily we had some spare water, still in liquid form. After breakfast, we headed off to explore some of the eastern part of the park. We saw some elks in the forest along the way. The temperature steadily rose as the sun came up, as it usually does in the mountains. It's a rare occurrence, but on this day Bev and I were at odds of what to do. She wanted to see more of the sites via the car (aka Jolene) whereas I had my heart set on hiking up a peak and getting some nice views. The weather was good so to me this was the obvious choice. We went along Yellowstone Lake and stopped to filter water, since we couldn't get any potable water earlier that morning. Eventually we reached the trailhead to Avalanche Peak. Bev still seemed angry and didn't want to hike so I kept toying with the idea of either hiking up alone or just abandoning the hike. Another car was in the parking lot and a couple were getting their gear ready. Dave and Michelle were from out east and I talked to them for a bit. Dave was trying to convince us to come and even offered us a large 3 gallon jug of water since we didn't have nearly enough for the hike. Finally Bev conceded and said she would attempt it. Probably a good thing since we were in Grizzly Bear country and it's always safer to hike with at least another person. Fortunately this time we had bear spray. It was a 4.1 mile hike with about 2100 feet of elevation gain topping out at around 10500 feet. Not terrible but the real culprit was the altitude, which we felt right away. The trail started out really steep but I took my time and we stopped often. I think this was the highest up that Bev had ever been so she was confused initially at how difficult it was to catch her breath. Soon enough we met a local older man who came here to hike often. He looked really old school, wearing a cotton vest and jeans. He gave us a few tips and then headed past us. Eventually we got higher and higher and some jaw dropping vistas came into view. At the top the wind was fierce but at least it felt somewhat warm. We had views as far as Idaho and Montana. Dave and Michelle came up as we were on our way back down. Bev kept shouting random phrases like "Go away Bear" to ensure that any bears in the vicinity would be aware of our presence. As we were almost back to the trailhead I looked at my camera and realized that for some reason my SD card was sticking out and on the verge of falling out. That was a close call. Back in the car we backtracked towards Yellowstone Lake and stopped to see a group of people gathered around a park ranger. Nearby was a lone Bison and the ranger was giving some information about the majestic animal. We then headed north and stopped again to walk into a meadow. Across a river was a large herd of Bison. Then we went to check out a large canyon known as the Canyon of Yellowstone. A big waterfall came over part of it. A spectacular site. On the way back to our camp we stopped again to see some bubbling mud volcanoes.

The next morning was much warmer and I was able to use the spigot to get water this time. We departed from Lewis Lake and drove back towards the Prismatic Geyser, this time getting to a proper vantage point so we could see it properly. The colours were outstanding and this is known as the most photographed geothermal feature in the whole park as well as being the largest hot spring in the world. We continued to Lamar Valley where we heard that there were often herds of various animals. Almost immediately we encountered large Bison herds and spent a lot of time, sometimes being a little too close to them. At this point it was already getting to be late afternoon, but Bev and I are famous for easily getting distracted by things. We made our way to the northeastern part of the park, a place called Mammoth Hotsprings. I guess this could be considered the most developed part of the park. It was rutting season and the Elk were out in force, with the males bugling and trying to round up as many females as possible while chasing away potential male rivals. We even saw a male mount a female in the middle of a square while humans in passing vehicles were cheering on! Dusk was fast approaching and it was time to be on our way. We headed north and entered the state of Montana. We passed through a wild west town of Gardiner and then continued on until we reached Livingston. At this point we began looking into a possible campsite in the area. It was cold, dark and it began to rain. We looked at each other and decided that maybe we could just find a cheap place to spend the night and eat some fast food for dinner. There wasn't too much available in Livingston, so I looked at the map and figured maybe we should just try to get further east. We ended up driving for another two hours in the night to Billings, Montana and checked into a Days Inn, our first hotel stay of this journey.

We continued eastward through magnificent badlands scenery in the more remote eastern part of Montana. It was afternoon when we finally crossed into North Dakota. Badland scenery was in full effect. It didn't take long from that point to reach the town of Medora, right off of Interstate 94. Medora is a cute little town that seems like it came right out of wild west folklore. Old wooden buildings and saloons were the name of the game. From there we drove for a few minutes to reach Theodore Roosevelt National Park. Theodore Roosevelt was the 26th American president and was a rancher in North Dakota for a few years and was a force for ecological conservationism. We found a campsite in an open field area. On our way in we saw a very peculiar site. As far as the eye could see there were burrowed holes and boisterous prairie dogs. We learned that we were looking at a prairie dog town. Prairie dogs are social rodents and live in colony's or "towns". That evening we had a fire and cooked chicken and pasta. During the night we woke to the sounds of galloping horses and rain.

The next day we drove back down to the entrance of the park and spent some time in the visitors center. Then we went back past the prairie dog town as Bev was quite obsessed with observing them. The park had an easy circular path to follow by car which wasn't very long. We drove around and saw more prairie dog towns, herds of Bison, including an one that sadly had an injured leg and was limping along, and deer. Then as we continued driving, Bev who has quite the astute eye, noticed something in the distance and shouted at me to pull the car over. She had spotted a group of feral horses in the distance. Feral horses are rare in this day and age, and there are very few left in North America. Maybe this was the group we had heard overnight? We approached cautiously, coming closer and closer until we were only a few dozen feet away. The horses seemed curious too. We stared at each other for quite some time. It was really an amazing experience. That evening after dinner, I sat and played guitar for a while. Then we decided to drive to Medora and have some beer in a saloon.

Today we would be heading south. We packed up and left Theodore Roosevelt National Park behind. We were on Route 85 and near the town of Bowman when it started to snow. I can't remember seeing snow in September. Soon enough we entered the state of South Dakota. We reached the town of Belle Fourche and then decided on a plan. The weather was dreary but it was early afternoon and we still had much of the day ahead of us. I had heard that we were only an hour away from the Devil's Tower Monument, a 1200 foot laccolithic butte that was named America's first National Monument. Bev wasn't too keen on seeing it initially, but with nothing else planned for the day, we decided to go for it, driving back into the eastern part of Wyoming. The Devil's Tower was an impressive site to see in person and we spent some time hiking around it. This is a famous rock climbing spot. On our drive back we passed copious amounts of deer and pronghorns. It was already dark as we crossed back into South Dakota. We entered Rapid City and stopped at an always dependable Walmart for some supplies. Nearby was a Golden Corral restaurant which I was familiar with from previous drives to Florida. The quality was variable but it had pretty much all types of food in an all you can eat buffet format. Then we headed to a suburb called Box Elder, and stopped at an Air BnB just off the highway. The owner was in his room and must have left early for work the next day so we never saw him. The place was a bit of a mess but comfortable and at a decent price. There was the cutest and most excitable dog there.

We left our Air BnB a little later than we would have liked. I began to notice that lately we were having a more difficult time getting up and going early, but I guess the intense pace of this trip was taking a toll. I was amazed we had been doing so well in this regard for so long (me more so than Bev), as neither of us were what you'd call morning people. Going through Rapid City, we stopped at a BAM bookstore and checked out some stuff, and then drove south. It was time to see the famous All American icon known as Mount Rushmore. It was a sunny clear day. We arrived and had to pay for parking. I immediately noticed that the sculpture seemed slightly smaller than I had imagined. There was a short tour guided by a park ranger so we decided to tag along and learn some stuff rather than just stare at the monument for a few minutes. Sculptor Gutzon Borglum designed and executed the project from 1927 to 1941, with the idea of building a monument to immortalize several past American presidents by sculpting their likeness into the Black Hills. It seems like the major purpose was to attract tourists to an otherwise desolate area of the tourist path. The presidents were George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Abraham Lincoln, and the very recent Theodore Roosevelt. There is some controversy behind the sculptors, notably that land was seized from the Lakota people when they had been promised the land decades earlier in a treaty. After spending a bit more time here, we drove off through Black Hills State Park along the scenic Needles Highway, where we repeatedly saw deer, pronghorns, and Bison. As the day was coming to an end we approached Elk Peak Campground in Wind Cave National Park. We found one of the few campsites still open and set up. The site itself only cost us nine bucks because all the water was shut off. Luckily we were now carrying large reserves in the car. That night we had a fire and views of the milky way were out in force. We listened to coyotes howling in the distance as we fell asleep.

We left Wind Cave early and the weather was good. We drove past Bison and Prairie Dog towns on the way out. We planned to drive across Southern Dakota on our way east. South Dakota has many Native reservations and the one we started through was called Pine Ridge Reserve. We made a stop at Wounded Knee where a Native Massacre had occurred back in 1890. We spoke to a native elder near a graveyard who was offering tobacco to long dead family members. He talked to us about the massacre as well as some insight into the current state of affairs of Indian reservations. It sadly reminded me of similarities to many reservations we have closer to home. We continued heading east and entered the Rosebud reservation. After making a fuel stop, I went inside the convenience store to get some stuff and started talking to the cashier. She found out I was from Canada and told me she was heading to Quebec soon to visit her boyfriend. More specifically that she was heading to Laval, my hometown! At this point we had the option to continue along the southern part of the state, or delve a little more south into a new state, Nebraska. Selfishly I wanted to tick off another state off of my checklist and eventually visit all 50. Besides I figured why would I ever go to Nebraska on its own? Bev was annoyed with me but eventually acquiesced with my request. So soon enough we were in Valentine, Nebraska and then drove east for several hours through mostly farmland. It was dusk when we finally reached Sioux City and crossed into the state of Iowa. We decided that we'd splurge a bit as we were both tired. We ate at Texas Roadhouse and had some tasty sirloin steaks. The Texas Roadhouse is a favourite that we often stop at on our way home in Plattsburgh, New York after hiking in the Adirondacks. This restaurant was a mirror image of the one we knew so well. We then checked into the Victorian Hotel.

We slept in and checked out at noon from our hotel. We enjoyed the complimentary breakfast provided, including the waffle maker. The weather was a balmy 30 degrees Celsius, possibly the warmest day we've experienced on this trip. Apparently there was a tropical storm system coming in from the southwest. That meant that eventually there would be thunder and rain storms approaching. We drove across northwest Iowa and passed a truck accident at one point. There were plenty of farms to be seen. Then we crossed into the state of Minnesota and continued east on Interstate 90. We had lunch at a rest stop along the highway and stared at a large telecommunications tower with the phrase "Jesus in Lord" on it. We only spent a few short hours traveling across Minnesota before passing through the upper Mississippi river into the state of Wisconsin. Ominous clouds moved in and rain began to fall, just as was expected. Lightning surrounded us. We reached the town of Tomah and found a Super 8 at a decent price to spend the night. We splurged again by getting some takeout at Pizza Hut.

We woke up to sunny but cool weather. We then got to experience some beautiful scenic driving as we passed through rural Wisconsin. We reached Lake Michigan and the autumn foliage was in full force. We knew we were heading back into the northeast now. We stopped at a Hardees, which is basically a Carl's Junior, but in the more eastern states and had lunch. Then we entered Michigan states northern peninsula and drove on until we got to Tahquamenon Falls State Park in the late afternoon. We found ourselves a campsite and set up. After cooking dinner we went into the tent and bundled up. It was a cool night.

By morning it was cloudy and raining. I didn't have the best mood starting out, so this might have affected it. We decided to go to Whitefish Point to see the shipwreck museum. We were back at the mighty Lake Superior, this time at the southern part. This particular section of the Lake has had an uncharacteristically elevated number of shipwrecks throughout the years, hence why there is a shipwreck museum to be found. The weather seemed fitting as we arrived. The museum consists of several historic buildings and a light house that served as a light station throughout the years. The first building contained all the information and artifacts of the most famous wrecks, including that of the SS Edmund Fitzgerald. On November 10, 1975 the Edmund Fitzgerald, a large freighter carrying iron ore, was caught in a gale force storm and sunk. The entire crew of 29 men lost their lives. Canadian singer-songwriter Gordon Lightfoot created a popular song about the disaster that we had been listening to often on Spotify during our trip. In fact the song was playing overhead as we checked out the exhibits. We then checked out the other buildings and got snippets of interesting information from the knowledgeable staff. We walked along the windy beach after that before heading back to the car. We made the drive towards the American side of Sault Ste Marie. We stopped to fill some gas and I noticed a Gamestop store next door so I went in to check it out. Videogames used to be one of my biggest hobbies when I was younger and I even worked at an EB Games store for about a year. I had been looking for an SNES classic system for a while. They were always sold out back home even after a year and a half of being on the market, so when I stumbled upon one here, I grabbed it. Soon after we reached the Canadian border and crossed over. We were back in Canada and decided to stop at a Casino for a short while to celebrate? We didn't win anything so then we went to Walmart and got some supplies before getting on the Trans-Canada highway heading east. Originally we had thought about making a stop at Manatoulin Island, but the weather was shit and it was already pretty late in the day so we kept going. We passed some Amish communities and even saw a horse drawn carriage on the Trans-Canada! Ultimately we got as far as Sudbury, and found an Air BnB in the basement of a nice home. Yet again no one was there and we used the key code to get in. We cooked some dinner in the kitchen and had a fairly early night.

We woke up on what was to be the final day of our grand adventure. The end of a trip is always bitter sweet. It was still raining. On our way out of Sudbury, we stopped to see the famous giant Canadian Nickel on display. We reached North Bay, which we had first reached about six weeks earlier and turned north on Route 11 at the beginning of our long road trip. This time we were heading southeast and continued the long drive through beautiful fall foliage over several hours. Late in the afternoon we reached Ottawa and went back to Bev's sister's place to celebrate Thanksgiving. We spent the evening catching up and enjoying good food before getting back into the car and driving the final two hours back to Bev's place in Montreal.

All in all we drove about 15000 kilometers and went through five provinces on our way west and 12 American states as we looped around and headed back home. We camped about 80% of the time. We explored cities, countrysides, National Parks, and loads of campgrounds. I can't even imagine how many gas stations or Walmarts we saw. North America is made for road tripping and for good reason. Until next time...

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Amazing!
As amazing as your trip sounds, your photos are even more amazing!!