Afterthoughts about Goin’ West 2014

This is the map of my 16-day, Goin’ West 2014 trip:

Goin’ West 2014 Trip, May 24-June 9. Car Trip Odometer Distance: 5806.6 Miles

This surpassed my previously longest car trip from Grinnell to Newfoundland and Labrador, Canada, by a whole 17 miles!!

I stuck pretty closely to my original route, with some new additions–especially Little Bighorn National Park and North Cascades National Highway–and only two major deletions.  After the magnificence of Yellowstone, I didn’t feel the need to deviate 250 miles from my westward trip to see Glacier National Park in Montana, although I’d heard many wonderful things about it.  I also didn’t cross into Canada to visit Vancouver.

The trip included visits to seven national parks: Little Bighorn (Montana), Yellowstone (Wyoming), North Cascade, Olympic, and Mount Rainier (Washington State), Redwood, and Yosemite (California). The parks were fantastic and more than worth the cost of the annual season pass. My favorites were Redwood and Yosemite, but none disappointed.

There were other parks I missed–Grand Tetons, Badlands (major mistake not visiting while driving through South Dakota in 2008) and Great Basin–because of time and distance concerns.   Although I managed to go to several museums and other sites in the cities I visited, I made the decision not to tour the cities extensively in favor of taking full advantage of having RB on hand to explore as much of the natural beauty God has given us as possible.  I do hope to play tourist to the hilt the next time I’m in Seattle, Portland, and San Francisco and to experience Vancouver.

loudmusicA number of things made the drive more enjoyable. First, my playlist. I only made it about half way through the 12GB playlist I’d created especially for the trip, but I got to enjoy some wonderful music, played at window-shaking levels. The music covered a very wide range of styles I love, from Ragtime and Big band of the early 1900s to Rhythm and Blues and Rock of the late 20th and early 21st century.  (Can’t concentrate on my driving while listening to Classical, so that’s on my reading playlist.)  Don’t worry, I’m still listening to the drive-time playlist, so sooner or later, I’ll hear the rest.

I’d purchased a tablet last Thanksgiving and used it to upload most of the trip information I found online. This allowed me to avoid printing most of the materials I’ve used for past trips and meant I only had the Mapquest printout of my original route and my always at hand atlas of the United States and Canada. Only downside was the challenge of finding WiFi access when I needed it to check TripAdvisor, Mapquest and similar sites. Fortunately, most of the Mickey D’s along the way had free WiFi.

Next, two plus weeks on the road promised a lot of fast food eating, which would be good neither financially nor nutritionally.  In the past, I’ve relied on resupplying various food storage containers with ice to keep luncheon meats, fruit, and other foods cool.  This year, I acquired a self-contained hot/cool unit that ran off one of RB’s 12-volt outlets.  It was a simple affair, just plug it in, select heat or cool, and add your food.  Only problem occurred when I forgot to disconnect it while RB sat parked in San Francisco all day, which killed her battery.  Fortunately, a quick call to AAA took care of that.

Speaking of AAA, this organization and AARP were very helpful in securing discounts for the various overnight accommodations I used.  Since I usually didn’t know where I would be stopping for the night, I made most of my arrangements at the last moment.  Those 10-15% discounts came in handy.  And, of course, AAA was very helpful in getting information about routes and destinations.

(BTW, if you ever drive on the Bonneville Salt Flats, make sure to use a really reliable tracking setup.  And, yes, I did use GPS for the trip, but that’s not terribly helpful when there’s no road for it to demarcate.  There’s a story to tell, but I’ll do so only when it becomes a funny one to me.)

I took hundreds of pictures during this trip.  I’ve discovered that mountains in the early summer fascinate me, so I tried to capture images of them not only in the various parks, but along the roads I travelled. My camera of choice was a 16-megapixel Canon pocket camera.  I wanted to be able to get sharp, clear images and to be able to upload them without a lot of trouble.  I equipped the camera with a 16GB SD card to allow me to shoot as many pictures as I wanted. I also purchased a small and very flexible tripod to let me to take the occasional selfie from further away than my arms would allow.

What I didn’t count on was that my camera battery would need to be recharged fairly regularly.  Thankfully, I had the means in place to recharge while inside RB, but that meant there were too many–to me anyway–occasions where I missed shots because the camera battery was recharging.  For next year’s excursion, however, I plan to buy a backup battery so that doesn’t happen again.

(As one anal-retentive person to another, I’m sure someone has noticed that the time stamp on most of my pictures seems later than the time of day reflected in the pictures themselves.  That’s because I never changed the time setting on the camera from Central Time.  So, locations in the Mountain Time zone are one hour earlier than posted on the pictures, and those in the Pacific Time zone are two hours earlier than indicated.)

I’d bought a walking stick at a truck stop near home base (as well as the tire thumper I’d originally wanted). It replaced the one I left in Las Vegas last year. Boy, did that stick come in handy when walking in the parks!!  A co-worker mentioned that different national park visitors’ centers usually offered walking stick medallions, so I got one whenever they were available.  I haven’t nailed them into the stick yet because I found a website that sells medallions for the different states–including first-time visits to North Dakota, Montana, Idaho, and Oregon–as well as other sites I’d visited.  Once I receive the ones I’ve selected, I’ll organize them all and properly adorn the stick.  And yes, I will take a picture and post it.

FYI, the base of this sign is buried under about three feet of snow–even in late May

Very importantly, the timing of the trip was nearly ideal.  Many of the parks had only recently opened their roads to the public, and high snow banks on the sides of North Cascades’ roads demonstrated exactly why.  So, I was able to see virtually all of the sights available to the motorist.

On the other hand, the summer vacation season hadn’t yet kicked into high gear.  No sites were overwhelmingly crowded.  I felt relaxed and able to venture freely at all the sites, even the highly popular Yellowstone and Yosemite parks.

And, for an outdoor trip heavily dependent on good weather, the weather conditions for most of the trip were nearly perfect.  The only times I was too cool for comfort were during the ballgame in Seattle and while in San Francisco–my fault for not bringing a heavier jacket since I could have done so with no difficulty.  Nor was it ever so hot that RB had to strain, even in the deserts.  And, until the homestretch through Nebraska, the rain pretty much occurred at night.

Red Barron at Mt. Rainier National Park

Speaking of RB, I certainly can’t overstate the role she played in all this. For those of you who’ve forgotten or missed earlier references, the Red Barron–and yes, I do know the normal spelling of the word–is the name I’ve given my 2006 Ford 500. She has taken me on at least four trips to visit family back east and on several trips around Iowa and states close by (I regularly go to Kansas City for their opera and Chicago for the Joffery Ballet). And now, we completed three trips of 4,000-plus miles that have taken us from St. John’s, Newfoundland and Labrador–the easternmost point in North America, to California. She has been a very comfortable ride that handles various types of road conditions, from big city rush hour traffic to steep, mountainous curves. And for a big car, she has some serious get-up-and-go. Simply put, she got me to where I wanted to go with little fuss-and-muss.

I do wish it had been less expensive to fill RB’s gas tank. When I gassed up in Des Moines, I paid $3.39 per gallon. Once I left Montana, however, prices were 50 cents to over $1.50 higher per gallon. And RB is a big, thirsty girl.


It’s hard to believe it’s been more than two weeks since Goin’ West 2014 ended. RB and I are finally rested up to the point where I was actually thinking about a short, one-tank trip to eastern Iowa for the Fourth of July. Perhaps Labor Day would be a better bet.

There are only three of the 48 contiguous states I’ve never visited–Alabama, Mississippi and Arkansas, so it looks like next year, I’m heading South.  Maybe I can also stop through Tallahassee, Florida, and my old stomping grounds there.

As for Alaska, Juneau–via Glacier National and Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, is only a 3200-mile drive from here. That would also give me another shot at seeing the Badlands, and I could see if they’ve finished Crazy Horse by then.

Up to it, RB?

Talk about expensive gas, though.  Canada takes that to whole new levels, so I’ll need to start a fund for that little trip and look two, maybe three years down the road for that one.

Guess I have no choice but to fly to Hawaii, though.

Just a couple of last comments (I think).

I am so thankful that I was blessed with good enough health to make this journey. I saw many wondrous sights while at the same time was sometimes reminded that not everyone has been so richly blessed.

I’d forgotten that my mother had visited San Francisco a couple of weeks before I’d made it there for the first time. However, I got a very nice reminder of that in the mail.  Great shirt, isn’t it?  Thanks, Momma!!

Randye and RB back in Iowa and little the worse for wear

July 8, 2014:  My walking stick, pictured above, looks might nude, doesn’t it?  Well, I finally received the medallions I’d ordered online and placed them and the ones I’d purchased at different parks on the stick.

Each state I visited is represented either with a state seal or a location medallion. They aren’t nailed into place perfectly, but then again, I’m a singer, not a carpenter.

I really like this one-of-a-kind means of commemorating my trip.  Now, I’m seriously thinking about ordering medallions to represrnt previous trips.


Day 16: Back to the Old Homestead

Map of day sixteen travel

I opened my eyes just after 6 a.m. and was on the road before 6:30 with the plan to drive while making as few stops as necessary.

IMG_1059 - CopyThat was the plan, anyway.  The overcast sky got worse as the day progressed and suggested a possible glitch in that plan.

I did have one planned museum stop in Cheyenne but none in Nebraska since I’ve previously made visits there.

I was watching for the sign marking the Continental Divide, which was positioned just before the 158-mile marker on I-80.  It was surprising, then, when I approached a second, similar sign near the 206-mile marker.  It seems that this was one place where the divide was, indeed, at two parallel points.  (I later learned I’d passed through the Great Divide Basin.)

It did rain somewhat but not enough to slow my progress.  We reached Cheyenne and its Cheyenne Depot Plaza around 12:30.  Since one can’t tour a museum–even a fairly small one–in 30 minutes (the time I allowed myself for this stop), I pretty much contented myself with souvenir shopping in their gift shop.

By the time I left, the skies had lightened, and I had reason to hope my brother’s dire warning–we had spoken while RB and I were on the salt flats–about the day’s nasty weather forecast for the Midwest was wrong.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t.

Crossed into Nebraska, and the deluge began.  I tried first to drive in “ultra-conservative, little-old-lady mode,” but even that doesn’t help if the rain’s so heavy you can’t see.  Finally gave in and exited from I-80, finding shelter with several vehicles at an abandoned travel center.  Got in a quick nap, too, BTW.

Later, at the exit for the town of Gothenburg, the rain had stopped momentarily, so I pulled off for gas and a restroom visit and noticed a sign for the historic Pony Express  route during the mid-1800s.  Took a few shots of the restored stop. It was tempting to go inside, but I still had a long way to go.

Afraid there’s nothing noteworthy about the rest of the drive.  Pulled into the driveway of home at 4:35 a.m. Monday morning–less than 3.5 hours before scheduled to be at the j-o-b.  The entire trip was 5806.6 miles long, 1048 of which was driven that day, and covered 13 states in 16 days.

Thank the Lord for a safe journey, especially that last stretch between Des Moines and Grinnell!!!

loudmusicMusic for the Trip

I don’t know if you have ever tried to drive for almost 24 straight hours, but it ain’t an easy thing to do. For me, the music is critical to doing it successfully. Thank goodness for the ABC’s!

Finished the A’s and slipped smoothly into the B’s: Backstreet Boys, Barry Manilow, Barry White, Bee Gees, Billy Joel, Beyonce, Bessie Smith, B. B. King, Betty Wright, Bob Marley, Blood Sweat and Tears, Blondie, Brandy, Bobby Bland, Britney Spears, Boys II Men, and Bobby Brown.

Then, the C’s carried me the rest of the way home: Captain and Tennille, Chicago, Cat Stevens, Carly Simon, Chuck Berry, Christine Aguilera, Coldplay, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Culture Club, Coasters, Cyndi Lauper, Curtis Mayfield, Count Basie, Crosby Stills and Nash, Clarence Carter and Clyde McPhatter.

Note: RB had to have her windshield replaced after I got home. The cause of the large crack was a rock from a dump truck, as I told the insurance company, not the continuous window-shaking music volume. Really, truly it was!!