HIGHWAY GUYS

Steve and Peter travel the roads of the U.S. in an RV (called The Beast). Steve is retired and disabled (mobility impaired) and Peter is his service dog. They started their adventure on September 11th ,2003. Home base currently is Los Angeles, California. On the road, they live in a 1993, 28 foot, Allegro Bay class A motor home. Their goal is just to enjoy the thrill of travel and exploration for as long as the Beast and their health allow.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

070809 Clinton, Montana








Thursday, August 09, 2007
Clinton, Montana

I believe that the town was named long before William Jefferson Clinton even thought of becoming President, but some might say that there is still some commonality.

Each year, for the past 25, at the Rock Creek Lodge, a grand celebration takes place on a small patch of land off the interstate that is dormant most of the rest of the year. Unfortunately, we were too late to participate in the festivities but we did get to take some photos to give you a taste of the party.

We are talking about the Testyfesty http://testyfesty.com/
or as it is commonly known as – The Testicle Festival.
I don’t know much about how or why it got started, but apparently it’s quite popular and it has encouraged many other places to copy it.

Peter was a bit confused about the whole concept, and I didn’t have the heart to tell him what it was all about without having to explain what happened to his.

Monday, August 20, 2007

070809 - Urban Camping


When We first started RVing, we followed the classical pattern of driving all day, pulling into a RV park at end of day, hooking up our lifelines (water, electric and sewer) and leaving the next day or two. We have come along way in both technique and philosophy.
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At first we were afraid to leave the interstate or park in places that were not official or designated proper. We relied too much on our lifelines and not enough on our self sufficiency potential.

Now we finally understand the real value and the feeling of being free to roam and wander off the beaten track and away from the safety of conformity. No, we don’t park in the middle of fields or on the side of a desolate and lonely highway (well, once we did), but we don’t feel compelled to make reservations or commitments or deadlines unless absolutely necessary.

Some travelers call it boondocking. They usually seek a flat patch of land away from civilization, and rely on being self-sufficient for as long as their water, food and patience holds out. These travelers frequently find the desert of the southwest appealing and they congregate in large numbers to create a sort of mobile community.

Others call it dry-camping, finding a park, lake or forest – usually state or national – and chose spots that are quiet and devoid of people where they can fish, hike, climb rocks, or just commune with nature, and basically be on their own.

We tend toward the middle ground of the two and refer to it as Urban Camping. As we drift from place to place, we have found little use for the traditional RV park on a regular basis. We do make reservations at a few parks in our membership plan and stay as long as 2 weeks at a time and enjoy their facilities and hospitality, but when we are just cruising without any definite plan or destination more than a day in advance, we enjoy the feeling of freedom, knowing we can always stop someplace anytime of the day or night to eat out or prepare a meal, and find a safe place to park overnight to sleep. Places like Wal-Mart Super Centers, Flying J Trucks Stops and Interstate Rest stops offer security and safety. Some cities allow the use of their local parks and parade grounds and some restaurants and museums even allow overnight parking.
I recall one night in a strange town, we became lost while looking for a park, and then it started to rain heavily to make matters worse. We noticed a large church ahead … pulled into its parking lot (which was empty) and stayed the night, weathered the storm, and traveled on the next morning.

We carry about 30 gallons of fresh water plus a built in water filter for safety, as well as enough liquid propane to power our refrigerator and water heater for many weeks. Our generator is strong enough to run our rooftop air conditioner as well as our microwave oven, plus power our interior lights, television, radio, computer and DVD player. Of course we keep a well stocked pantry of canned food and a refrigerator and freezer with more food. Peter makes sure our onboard supply of Kibble is always plentiful. Shopping for groceries, clothing or supplies is as easy as parking and unloading our cart into the Beast. Going to a movie is as easy as pulling into their parking lot and buying a ticket, and with the internet (when it’s working) I can find the movie and time schedule.

The fact that we can save $25 to $35 a night is a good thing, but everything has its price. With the price of gas over $3 a gallon, it could cost us $10 a day to run our generator.

About once a week, we may select an RV park for a night or two to fill our water tank, dump our dirty tanks and enjoy some cable TV and free WIFI Internet service. Sometimes we may even do some vacuuming or laundry.

We enjoy finding museums, ghost towns, oddities and tourist attractions in our path, and sometimes we even go “out of our way” (like we really have a “way”) to satisfy our curiosity.
There are lots of places we have to pass up, like caves, mining tunnels, underground walking tours and places that require the climbing of many stairs or ladders, but we manage to find enough places to keep us entertained.

We’ve crossed rivers and streams on ferries large and small … traversed rivers and canyons over bridges of all sizes and shapes, … ridden trams over mountains and trains through them.

We’ve been in spaceships, battleships, steam boats, motor boats, locomotives and trolleys.

We’ve seen our country from the inside out. From the birth of its origin to the final frontier, from Hollywood, California to Hollywood, Florida, from Portland Oregon to Portland Maine …we’ve traveled the East Coast, West Coast, Mid-West and North-West, and every place we’ve been to we’ve met people with stories about who they were, where they came from, what they’ve done …
And all of them, regardless of they’re current status seemed happy and satisfied with the life they lived.

We have discovered that our country isn’t a place, but a living organism comprised of millions of individuals guided by their dreams and goals who have carved out a civilization from a wilderness that has no rival in the modern world.

We feel privileged to be able to see it from the ground level and want you to see it thru our eyes.
We hope you enjoy sharing our experiences.

Friday, August 17, 2007

070808 Bozeman, Montana




Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Bozeman, Montana

When one wishes to learn all there is to know about the history of computers, you might think to visit the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, or IBM, or Apple or Microsoft, but we chose to go to the main source
THE AMERICAN COMPUTER MUSEUM in Bozeman, Montana.

A small but complete facility, fully stocked with memorabilia, equipment and historical artifacts to make this museum educational and entertaining. Barbara, the curator, was pleasant, well informed and excellent at giving her presentation.
She also was kind to Peter.

Thursday, August 16, 2007

070807 An important day for Peter


Today was an important day for Peter.
We conducted the ceremony with great care and respect –
The Opening Of A Fresh New Bag Of Kibble.

I cut off a corner of the top of the bag just big enough to let the aroma out but too small for him to get his nose in. Then, with a forceful surge, I sliced open the remaining top while shielding the bag with my body. He always thinks that he’s going to get the eat out of the bag, and gets disappointed when I pour the contents into Peter-proof plastic containers.Nevertheless, the ceremony has become a tradition and we look forward to it each time.

070806 - Billings, MT







Monday, August 06, 2007
Billings, Montana


Billings is a small town that is all grown up. With a population of only about 87,000, you wouldn’t know it when you drive down West King Ave .
Every known franchise of restaurant, electronics, fast food and merchandise establishment is here like an outdoor mall that extends for miles.

We arranged for a tour from a local company and even though we were the only passengers, they took us on a great guided tour of the historical city and its surroundings. Peter and I are grateful to Rene and Lee of Fun Adventures Tours.

The Rim Rock is a large, flat, low mountain that extends for about 40 miles and protects the city as well as make a great place for an airport.

From the top of the Rim Rock, one gets a panoramic view of the city and it is quite impressive.
Beside the railroad and oil refineries, the main employer is the Medial Center, The Billings Clinic, which is striving to achieve the status of the Mayo Clinic or Scripps Institute.

After our tour, we chose to have a lovely late lunch on the patio of the Rex Hotel, It was delicious and the ambiance and surroundings were lovely.

Sunday, August 12, 2007

070805 - Billings, MT


Billings, Montana

Peter’s Veterinarian – Dr. John Winter comes from Billings, so Peter wanted to stop here so he would have something to talk to Dr. John about on his next visit

We decided to go to the movies today … The Bourne Ultimatum. While sitting in the lobby, a young girl sat nearby and started to talk to us. She was candid about her recent brain surgery which stopped her from having seizures and she was wearing a T-shirt from the Special Olympics.
Her facial expressions were asymmetrical and one hand showed signs of slightly deformed fingers. She spoke well and had a kind and friendly manner. She mentioned that she had recently been bitten in the leg by a neighborhood dog and had become fearful of all dogs. When Peter heard that, he was determined to repair the good name of dogs. I allowed her to pet him, and then gave her a cookie to offer to him. In a matter of moments, Peter had a new friend.

Oh yes, I did enjoy the movie.

070803 - Little Big Horn, MT











Little Bighorn, Montana

The Battle of the Little Bighorn, popularly known as Custer’s Last Stand, was one of the last battles in the conflict between the Northern Plains Indians and whites. Fought on June 25, 1876, the Indian forces, led by Sitting Bull and Gall of the Hunkpapa Sioux, Crazy Horse of the Oglala Sioux and Two Moons of the Northern Cheyenne wiped out the entire battalion of the 7th Cavalry led by General George Armstrong Custer. Although the Sioux and Cheyenne were the overwhelming victors in this battle, it marked the beginning of the end for the Indians; their confederation soon dispersed, and they were forced to move to reservations

We all know the short version of the battle at Little Big Horn where General Custer got whacked. We visited the museum and battleground and there seems to be much more to the story than we have been told.
Apparently General Custer was a very ambitious as well as courageous soldier and had great plans to be all that he could be (i.e. wealthy and possibly the President of the United States). In fact he became a general at the age of 23.
It seems that besides making a few enemies among his lesser officers, he also got on the wrong side of the President when he threaten to expose a scheme the President’s brother was using to steal supplies from the Indians. The President’s brother had been placed in charge of Indian Affairs.

When Custer went into battle with his patrol, he realized he underestimated the size of the Indian tribe and sent a courier back for reinforcements. One of his Majors decided not to send reinforcement, even though he was in earshot of the battle and knew Custer was outnumbered. Major Benteen later claimed that he was unaware of the gravity of the situation and chose not to commit any more troops to the battle.
In 1997 a court of inquiry was held and Major Benteen was actually found guilty of dereliction of duty and refusing to obey a direct order of his commanding general.





Now you know the rest of the story.

Saturday, August 11, 2007

070731 - Cheyenne, Wyoming







Cheyenne, Wyoming

What a lovely little town. Who would suspect that besides being the Capitol of Wyoming, it is also home to the largest active air force missile base in the country.

We found a trolley tour that circles the city and hits the main attractions, and once aboard, Val, our driver/guide gave us non-stop descriptions of everything there was to talk about.

There are these large boot sculptures around town (26 in total) that were donated to the city. They started out white, ready for painting and get painted they did. Many professional artists were hired to bring these boots to life, and one or two were reserved for school children to decorate. They are distributed throughout the city, at the Train Depot Museum, … some at municipal buildings and parks and others in key areas of this historic city. We were glad we stopped to visit.

Peter






In response to a large number of requests from Peter’s Fan Club, he has finally consented to pose for pictures, but he does refuse to sign them because he can never wash off all of the ink stains from his paw.

Friday, August 10, 2007

070729 - LONGMONT, CO



Sunday July 29, 2007

One of the best advantages of traveling “gypsy style” is the freedom to choose our destinations and then change our plans. No reservations to be on time for or cancel … no one to apologize to for being late or early ,,, and where ever we go we are home for the moment.

As we traveled north, I realized that we would be passing by Longmont, Colorado. Many years ago, Peggy had talked me into hiring her young niece to work in our office. We had had a bad run of employees the past year so I acquiesced and warned her that if Heidi did not work out, Peggy would have to do the firing. As Peggy had promised, Heidi turned out to be pleasant, bright and a good worker who learned quickly.
She worked with us for a couple of years, and then returned to Colorado, where she found employment in another Podiatrist’s office.

A quick call to Peggy revealed that Heidi was married, with 2 children, and lived near her mother’s home in a nearby town. A few phone calls later, arrangements were made to meet at Shirley’s (Heidi’s mom, Peggy’s sister) for dinner.

It was a great reunion and I was thrilled to see her all grown up and a terrific mom and wife. We ate and talked for hours about “old times” and Peter stood by quietly and took it all in. A few pictures taken, a few farewell kisses and handshakes and the evening was becoming a great memory.

The next morning, Shirley treated Peter and me to a nice breakfast, and then we were back on the road.








That’s about as good as it gets.

Friday, August 03, 2007

Buckskin Joe's - July 28,2007




070728 - Buckskin Joe's

July 28, 2007
Buckskin Joe’s – Canon City, Colorado

Today we took another train ride that was in stark and direct contrast to the luxury liner and great cuisine that we experienced yesterday.

In fact, we didn’t have to be lifted up into the car, we just stepped down into it. There was no concierge or porter, just an engineer that could be seen sitting upright in his engine and looking a bit like Santa Claus in overalls.
Peter was a bit disappointed to find that there was no food service on this train, so I threw a few dog biscuits on the floor of the seat in front of me and he quickly boarded.

This miniature railroad traveled on very narrow gauge track and over some classic wooden bridges that gave us a thrill as we clickity-clacked and swayed over them. As exciting as our previous train ride thru the bottom of gorge was, this train got us close to, but not quite eye level with the bridge. As we came around a critical turn, the bridge and gorge came into full view and there was a collective and harmonious chorus of “AAAAAAAAAAAAH” from the riders. We stopped at a platform for photo opportunities and then returned to the station.

Buckskin Joe’s is a reconstruction of an old west town complete with buildings representing the trades and activities of the times including stables, the undertaker, doctor’s and sheriff’s office and actors playing their parts for our entertainment.

We did miss the daily hanging since it was at the end of the day and we were getting tired.
Canon City turned out to be a very interesting and educational experience. Glad we stopped.

Till next time,