I spent my sick days camped out on my friend's couch in Colorado. It was so nice to have a home to sleep in rather than a hotel.
When I said I was headed across the state and wanted to see what he recommended for me, he said, "Ma'am, the interstate is made to get you through the state. There's not much to see."
"Ok. So there's nothing to see?"
"Well, I guess there's one thing!"
Traveling this interstate brings back so many memories of when my mom and I were on the road selling steel dog silhouettes. We traveled for 8 years in a motor home to dog shows all over the country. Our home was in Olympia, WA, so I-80 through Wyoming was our route to reach the midwest and other states.
We were the most clueless individuals you could dream of when it came to RVing. Neither of us had ever done much camping. I had driven nothing more than a small VW convertible and my mom a minivan. We figured a minivan was a big vehicle so this 30-foot RV should be no problem. HA!!
I was laughing thinking of the two of us heading out across this interstate on our first trip. Most people try things out in small doses and try the new RV close to home.
Not us! Oh, no!
We pulled out of the dealership and headed straight for Denver. To say that was a learning experience is an understatement!!! Once we entered the freeway, this monster on wheels felt enormous and I couldn't figure out where the lane was. So while driving down the interstate, my mom hung her head out the passenger window, like a dog, yelling at me, "You're too far right; too far left. Ahhh... SEMI PASSING!! Don't swerve." I was only going 30 mph on the interstate, so we clearly were occupants of the "slow lane." It took us 3 hours to go 60 miles and we had to get all the way to Denver!!
Being from western Washington, we didn't understand cold climates. It only got below freezing maybe one week out of the year so we had no concept of what negative temperatures felt like.
This interstate I am on today, here in Wyoming, was where we learned the true definition of cold. It was mid-February and our heater in the motor home couldn't keep up with the -80 wind chill temperatures. We drove down the road looking like Eskimos that had just ventured out from their igloo. I was in the driver's seat and my mom in the passenger seat. We stripped our beds of every comforter and wrapped them around our bodies that were already covered with down jackets, ski hats, gloves and boots. We had hand warmers in our gloves and boots to keep our extremities from freezing. How I even found the steering wheel is amazing!!
Oh, my gosh. I can see us like it was yesterday. We have written a book based on all our RV experiences called "RV'ing Made Easy," so you can email me at firstname.lastname@example.org if you would like a copy or more information.