It started to feel like a journey yesterday. Somewhere in the middle of the Comanche National Grasslands I exhaled (and noticed).
I was anxious to get through Texas. The route from the Gulf to the border is too-familiar and I’m sure most of you would agree that the I-35 corridor is not the right starting point for any hopeful journey.
I am slowing down (finally), and planned a short three hour drive into Colorado. But I am also learning flexibility (finally), as 40mph wind gusts had me stopped in Boise City, Oklahoma for four hours.
Even parked, the gusts hit the motorhome hard, but (when reasonably safe) I love how much more intensely you feel the weather in an RV.
So, I tried to move with the wind and the motorhome and read for a couple of hours. It was meditative.
I’ve made it to Lamar, Colorado and have two days to drive the final six hours to Rocky Mountain National Park.
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