34. Down the Home Stretch

After leaving Lake Superior, we looked forward to moving west into familiar territory. After nearly six months of continuous touring and sightseeing, our enthusiasm for adventure was fading. Frankly, we were wrung out and looking forward to getting home. However, there was one more possible diversion. Daughter Becky and her fiancé Mike were planning their wedding in Jackson Hole, Wyoming on Sept. 22. They suggested that we might drop by if we were in the area. It was a long shot, but we kept that possibility in mind and decided to take the southern route through North Dakota and Montana just in case. We were hit with heavy rain as we drove through central Minnesota. The next day cleared up as we connected with I-94 at Fargo and continued on to Jamestown. We didn’t expect anything interesting in North Dakota, but were pleasantly surprised. Jamestown was home to the World’s Largest Buffalo, a 60 ton concrete monument to the herds of bison that once roamed the prairie. Nearby, was a pioneer village with a small herd of buffalo that included three albino bison, supposedly the only ones in all of North America. We got all three into one photo.In addition to some oversized furniture, the pioneer village also contained a replica of frontier author Louis L’Amour’s office. We had no idea he was born in Jamestown but, like we had seen before, every town has its local hero. Louis wrote 117 novels, 45 of which were made into movies. Pretty impressive. Maybe we should read one. As we continued west through North Dakota we came across the World’s Largest Sandhill Crane, an ugly (opinion) tin and pipe sculpture near a freeway exit. A little further down the highway was the World’s Largest Holstein Cow, perched majestically on a bluff overlooking the freeway. We were short on time and had to pass up an opportunity for a gander at the world’s largest turkey. Maybe next trip. The Theodore Roosevelt National Park and badlands are near the Montana border. This was, by far, the most interesting and scenic part of North Dakota and worth a closer look. The badlands were like a painted desert, Grand Canyon and the badlands of South Dakota rolled into one. This is where the buffalo roam and, if you look closely at the first photo, you’ll see one. It’s a good feeling to see these significant landscapes and wildlife habitats preserved. The buffalo seemed very content. Montana is one of Ron’s favorite states. He was a happy camper when we crossed into “Big Sky” country. The weather was sunny and warm, so we parked the RV for two nights near the Yellowstone River in Miles City for a little R&R.

We were camped a stone’s throw from the Miles City Range Riders Museum. It’s a fascinating place, full of eastern Montana pioneer history. The museum was founded by the Range Riders Organization in 1939 and has operated with fees, memberships and donations ever since. Emphasis is on cowboys and ranching so there are lots of old saddles, chaps, tools, and a large antique gun collection. The museum also has many Indian artifacts, including old photographs, war bonnets and large collections of arrow heads and primitive tools. A large barn contains old covered wagons, a Deadwood stage coach, chuck wagon, several sheep herder wagons (early RVs) and other vehicles. An impressive collection of old photographs and histories of more than 1500 local ranchers, artists, business people, Indians and others helped tell the story of Miles City. It was on the rustic side, but was one of the most interesting museums we have seen. As we rolled down the highway, one of Bonnie’s eyes decided to act like a mini kaleidoscope for a short period of time. She mentioned it to her doctor and was urged to go immediately to the nearest emergency room to have it checked out. We were camped in Laurel, Montana at the time, so we drove into nearby Billings and had the nice folks at St. Vincent Medical Center do some tests. She had a follow-up appointment with a Billings ophthalmologist the next day. The folks were all very efficient and friendly and the coffee was free. Everything checked out okay, so we continued on our way with no further problems.

We slowed our pace a bit in Montana so we could attend Becky and Mike’s wedding in Jackson Hole. We stopped for five nights at a very nice campground along the Yellowstone River in the Paradise Valley just north of Yellowstone Park. The Absaroka Range was at our doorstep and the leaves were turning. It was very nice, quiet and peaceful. We didn’t want to take the RV over the 8,000 ft. passes in Yellowstone, so we left it at the campground and drove the Honda through the stone arch at Gardiner and into Yellowstone. After 200 miles of slow up and down driving and sightseeing in Yellowstone and Grand Teton National Parks, we were happy to finally arrive in Jackson where we rented a real motel room for a couple nights. It was a welcome slice of luxury.The wedding was held at the National Museum of Wildlife Art, an impressive rock structure on a hillside overlooking the valley and mountains. Other than ourselves, the only guest was Becky's dad Bob. Ron was forced (peer pressure) to buy a new cowboy hat to be properly attired for the occasion. Jackson is not lacking for upscale western wear shops, expensive art galleries and great places to eat. After the wedding, the five of us went out for an excellent dinner at the Snake River Grill. We dined on buffalo, pork, wild boar, fish and other local cuisine and had a very nice time as we wished Mike and Becky many happy years together. We took our time driving back to Montana, stopping frequently to enjoy views of Jackson Lake, the Tetons, Yellowstone geysers, rushing rivers and wildlife. We’ve been there before, but it’s always different and never fails to impress. If you’ve never been to Grand Teton and Yellowstone Parks, we highly recommend putting it near the top of your list of places to visit. The most interesting sight we saw was at Mammoth Hot Springs. Three bull elk and their respective harems were gathered for the annual rutting season. The bulls were busy keeping their ladies together while bugling back and forth to each other. It’s a stressful and exciting time for the elk and they occasionally attack tourists or vehicles. So, it’s a difficult time for the park rangers who were busy keeping the camera-toting tourists away from the wildlife and the cars moving through the area. On Saturday, Sept. 27, we finished the final leg of our journey, a short hop from Moses Lake to Mill Creek. After 186 days and 17,000+ miles, our great adventure has ended and we are finally home again. The RV has been unloaded and cleaned from top to bottom. That's Ron scrubbing the roof. It took hours to get all the bugs off the front. We finally got the job done and returned the motor home to storage until our next outing. She did her job exceptionally well and kept us very comfortable most of the six months, with the exception of the air conditioning failure in Florida. But that was just a minor speed bump.We have a “to do” list that will keep us busy through the winter. We’re also looking forward to spending some quality time with our kids and grandkids. Ron’s mom is 92 and in an assisted care facility in Yakima, so we’ll take as many trips as possible to see her and help that part of the family as well.

This was our once-in-a-lifetime tour of the U.S. We’ll never do it again but we’ll be talking about it and looking at pictures the rest of our lives. We hope that everyone who followed along through our blogs and photos were able to share some of our enjoyment and good times. We thank all of you who called us or sent comments along the way. Your input helped motivate us to keep moving along. Now it’s back to reality and the tasks at hand.

The final sunset: Moses Lake, Sept. 26, 2008

Some Statistics:

186 days on the road
Visited 33 states, D.C., 4 Canada provinces and Mexico
Saw Pacific and Atlantic Oceans, Gulf of Mexico and all 5 Great Lakes

Crossed all the great rivers: Columbia, Missouri, Mississippi, Hudson, etc.
Drove 17,600 mi. (10,600 in the RV and 7,000 in the Honda)
Burned 1,457 gal. of gas
-- Most expensive gas: $5.03/gal. in Nova Scotia
-- Most expensive gas in U.S: $4.10/gal. in Needles CA
-- Least expensive gas: $3.28/gal. in Bullhead City AZ
Stayed at 52 different RV parks/campgrounds and 1 motel
Average cost of lodging: $18.19/day (not including the motel)
Most expensive RV park: $49.50 – Cherry Hill near Wash. D.C.

33. Michigan & Minnesota

On September 2, we left New York state and aimed the RV toward the north shore of Lake Superior to visit an old friend of Ron’s. To avoid the congestion of the urban areas around Cleveland, Chicago, etc., we took a short-cut across the southern part of Ontario and entered Michigan at Port Huron, north of Detroit. There was a lot of Toronto-Detroit truck traffic in Ontario, but it moved along smoothly and wasn’t a problem. The folks at the customs station (photo) waved us through without a hassle.

We eventually arrived in the town of Lapeer, just east of Flint, Michigan. We spent the night at their small municipal campground. It was one of the cleanest we’ve seen anywhere, and we’ve seen all kinds. Very nice community too.

Mackinaw City was our next stop. This small town is located at the southern end of one of the world’s great bridges. The five mile long Mackinac Bridge (Mighty Mac) was completed in 1957. It connects the upper and lower peninsulas of Michigan and crosses the Straits of Mackinac between Lake Superior and Lake Huron. The straits are often very windy and stormy. In fact, it was so windy and stormy that we stayed an extra day at Mackinaw City to wait it out.

The following day was clear and sunny. We drove cautiously over the monster bridge, 500+ feet above the water. We stayed in the truck lane where the speed limit is 20 mph with a recommended vehicle separation distance of 500 feet. It took a while to cross, but we made it easily. We stayed three nights in the skiing and iron ore mining town of Ishpeming, Michigan, about 15 mi. from Marquette. Michigan’s “Upper Peninsula” is commonly referred to as the “UP”. People who live in the UP are known as Yoopers, or at least some of them are. A Yooper is characterized as a goofy dim-witted hillbilly kind of person with some Finnish ingredients mixed in. The locals have a lot of fun with it. We couldn’t pass up the “Da Yoopers” store (tourist trap) in Ishpeming. It was full of fun and interesting things, including a huge chain saw with a real V-8 engine. Most of it had little or no meaning to us, but is probably very important to a real Yooper. Marquette is an attractive community and major iron ore shipping facility on the south shore of Lake Superior. It’s also a college town and home to Northern Michigan University and one of the most impressive City Halls we've seen anywhere (photo).

We spent some time looking around downtown, then drove out to Presque Island Park to view the shoreline and lighthouse. We had now visited all five of the Great Lakes. We spent two or three hours watching an ore ship arrive and begin loading at Marquette’s ore dock. It’s a very slow process to watch, but it was interesting and a good way to spend a beautiful sunny afternoon. After a leisurely six days in Michigan, we made an overnight stop in Ashland, Wisconsin. Ashland is a tidy town of about 8,000, on the shore of Lake Superior’s Chequamegon Bay (we can’t pronounce it either). Their small city-operated park and campground on the bay had a great view of the bay, a nice sunset and one of the world’s largest iron ore loading docks.

The massive reinforced concrete dock is 1,800 ft. long. It was completed in 1925, but hasn’t been used since 1965. A nice lady in the city’s museum informed us that the dock is owned by a Canadian railroad and the City has been unsuccessful in attempts to buy it. Private and public proposals have been made to do creative things with the dock over the years, but ongoing political battles between the railroad, the city and other agencies have prevented any kind of progress. The railroad wants to tear it down, the City wants to save it and the Dept. of Natural Resources won’t allow anything to happen that might contaminate Lake Superior in any way. So, the dock remains as it was in 1965, which is just fine with the lady in the museum who views it as an historic structure.

September 9 was sunny as we continued into Minnesota and through Duluth, the busiest port on the Great Lakes. It was another nearly three hour drive up Lake Superior’s North Shore to the town of Grand Marais. Ron lived in Grand Marais in 1956-57. Over the years, he kept in touch with his long-time sixth-grade friend Ron Lund. We’ll refer to him as “Lund” to avoid confusion. Lund is the owner/proprietor of Lund’s Motel and Cabins (Be sure to stay there the next time you're on the North Shore). He and Rena were great hosts. They gave us a place to park the motor home and all the conveniences we could want. Ron and Rena gave us the keys to their cozy cabin on Devil Track Lake for a couple nights. It’s a beautiful lake, not far from town in the quiet wilderness of northern Minnesota. Being late summer, the mosquitoes were gone and it was very quiet. No traffic and no urban noise. The cabin was the perfect place to do some serious relaxing while waiting out yet another brief rain storm. The next day it was sunny again and we went for a peaceful paddle on the lake. We enjoyed some good food and conversation with Ron and Rena and appreciate their warm hospitality. Ron got to see some folks he hadn’t seen in decades and the Rons found some time to tip a few beers, play some mini-golf and reminisce about the good old days.

The North Shore and entire Lake Superior region are beautiful. If it wasn’t so late in the summer, we might have stayed another week. But the leaves were turning and the nights were getting colder, so it was time to move along.

32. Niagara Falls - and Vicinity

The road from New England was leading us toward the Albany/Schenectady area of New York. Fortunately, we found Highway 29. It was a much prettier shortcut through the rural farms and foothills of the Adirondacks to Johnstown, New York.

We've noticed along the way that every town has a local hero. Johnstown is no exception. It's the proud birthplace of women's suffrage leader Elizabeth Cady Stanton, as seen on a downtown mural (photo). We found some interesting old downtown buildings, including this one with the rounded windows. Unfortunately, the downtown doesn’t appear to be healthy and many of the old buildings are in need of major work. We found a nice restaurant that served up an excellent plate of shrimp for Bonnie and eggplant parmesan for Ron at very reasonable prices. The only other customer in the place was a guy the server called “professor”, so we felt we were doing our small part to bolster the economy of Johnstown.

To save time, we drove the New York Thruway across the state from Johnstown to near Buffalo. The privilege cost us $35.80 (ouch!) in tolls, but it was a relaxing drive and we made good time. We sat back and watched the farms and forests roll by. With the Labor Day weekend on the horizon, campgrounds were booking early and we didn’t want to be stuck in a Wal-Mart parking lot over the holidays. [Note: Hindsight tells us we should have taken the Wal-Mart option. More about that later.]

We checked into a convenient RV park just outside the City of Lockport in eastern New York. It put us about 20 miles from Buffalo and Niagara Falls and 15 miles from Lake Ontario. We had some interesting campground chats with local folks who told us about Lockport’s colorful history. The first fire hydrant was built and installed here and a local factory makes Yo-Yo strings. We didn’t know Yo-Yo strings were special, but apparently they are. One of the largest industries in town built radiators for General Motors vehicles. It recently closed and put a lot of people out of work. The city once had lots of nice old brick and stone buildings. Some have survived but most were removed in the name of “urban renewal”. Fortunately, the city still has the Erie Canal, its historic locks and related tourism.

Lockport was built around the Eric Canal. Its famous “Flight of Five” double locks lifted boats 49 feet while lowering others at the same time. We couldn't pass up the opportunity to take a short canal cruise and brush up on our American history. The canal was hand dug long before railroads or automobiles were available. It was a monumental project to provide a water highway between the Atlantic Ocean and the Great Lakes. The U.S. government couldn’t afford it, so the state of New York put up the money. Digging began in 1817 on the 363 mile canal and its series of 83 locks. When completed in 1825, the canal connected the Hudson River with the Niagara River and became a primary gateway to "the west" for new settlers. Before the canal was built, travel from Albany to Buffalo took about seven weeks. The canal is still being used today and the same trip takes about seven days. “Tow paths” along the sides of the canal were used to pull the barges. The paths are now used for hiking and biking. Getting to see the famous Erie Canal was something we hadn’t planned on. It was really special to be able to go on a boat cruise through the locks and under the bridges. It was like stepping into a page of history.

Our primary destination was Niagara Falls. We arrived early on a weekday to avoid crowds and were lucky to find a free parking space a block from the falls. We were surprised that it wasn’t crowded at all and lines were short. We spent most of the day wandering around and enjoying the beauty of the place and the sounds of rushing water. Great views of both the American Falls and Canada’s Horseshoe Falls were within easy walking distance. The falls are surrounded by a large park. There are lots of things to do and see, pathways to walk, and trolley-type buses to shuttle people from place to place. The first thing we did was take a very wet boat ride on the “Maid of the Mist.” Each passenger was issued a plastic rain coat with hood before the boat took us right up to the bases of both falls. The coats helped, but the “mist” from the falls was more like torrential rain. It took a week to dry out Ron’s tennis shoes. After the boat ride we switched to yellow raincoats and rubber sandals and went on the “Cave of the Winds” walking tour. The “cave” part caved in a decade or two ago and killed a few tourists, so it’s no longer part of this adventure. It now consists of a series of wooden stairways and platforms along the edge of the falls. Being this close to Niagara Falls, with its drenching mist and thundering roar made this stair climb an awesome experience. That's Bonnie at the top.

After a full day of sightseeing, we were worn out and still walking around in wet shoes. We found a vacant park bench where we sat a while and watched the roaring rapids of the Niagara River. The Niagara Falls complex was one of the highlights of our vacation, for sure. The Niagara River has always been a vital transportation link, even with the necessity of portaging around the falls. The mouth of the river, where it flows into Lake Ontario, was an important control point for access to the Great Lakes and, therefore, has a long history of political conflict. Back in 1679, the French established a post at the river's mouth and followed with more elaborate forts. In 1726, the French built the “French Castle” which still stands as the centerpiece of Old Fort Niagara.Over the years, Britain gained control of the fort during the French and Indian Wars but gave it up to the Americans after the American Revolution. It was later recaptured by the British during the War of 1812 but finally returned to the U.S. for good in 1815. Old Fort Niagara has seen a lot of action. It’s now a restored tourist attraction, complete with cannons, mortars, lots of intricate brickwork, dark tunnels and passageways and some great views of the Niagara River and Lake Ontario from the castle's upper windows. The fellas in British uniforms explained the various types of artillary that were used long ago and successfully demonstrated the firing of a mortar. Both survived. We were in western New York state about a week and had plenty of time to roam around the New York countryside. One of the Labor Day weekend activities was an outstanding car show in Olcott Beach. It was held in a large grassy park with Lake Ontario in the background. The village of Wilson is just down the road from Olcott. It has some interesting shops and restaurants next to its small but scenic harbor on Lake Ontario. We spent a little time there, had a sandwich and beer and listened to some country music at the outdoor stage. Labor Day at the campground was pretty rough. Campers came from all around the area (nearly all New Yorkers) and brought lots of loud rock music, loud voices and plenty of beer. They came to party and that’s what they did . . . well into the night. We took our lawn chairs and sat by the huge bonfire one night.

The campground’s “quiet time” begins at 11 pm, but it didn’t happen. Parties continued into the morning hours and the park management couldn’t handle it. We lost a lot of sleep and were relieved when the weekend was finally over and the campground was once again nearly empty and very quiet. For most of those folks, it was the last gasp of summer and they were letting it all out. For us, just another weekend.

We had a good time in New York but it felt good to finally hook the car to the motor home and aim for Michigan.