Hello all! It has been a while since you have heard from us. We have been busy enjoying Alaska!!! In our little bit of down time, we have also been updating our website and our blog. We have a new site…check it out: Off Your Beaten Path. Find out all about our home away from home as we prepare to head back to Florida!
Our road trip up to Alaska was an epic journey, and we were so thrilled to be able to visit so many places on the way…many of which we will share with you later! The last few days getting up here though were extremely rough. The further north we traveled, the less likely that campgrounds, gas stations, and restaurants were open.
As we moved north, we were mostly impeded by that one sign that travelers in our situation would begin to despise. The “CLOSED” sign. While planning our trip to Alaska, we were bombarded with travel advice about having to buy “The Milepost”; which is a comprehensive guide to every single mile and kilometer of roads between the lower 48, and Alaska. While I’m sure it is a great reference for most seasons, this book didn’t offer much advice for traveling in the early spring. Luckily the two of us are fairly good communicators and problem solvers so we able to overcome the obstacles that “The Milepost” neglected to warn us about.
Our first major campground issue began after we left Prince George and headed West on BC-16, this section of road is know as the Yellowhead Highway. Things along this route start getting sparse in terms facilities. We planned to drive about 6 to 8 hours a day and stop at campgrounds before it started to get dark each day, but as we continued west it was apparent that almost every camping facility we encountered was “CLOSED”. Not really being ones to “rough it” we started to get anxious about where we were going to sleep that night. As 8 hours of driving pushed into 10 ,we decided to head to a place called Hazelton, BC.
We put our faith in a small sign that we saw on the roadside that said “Ksan Native Village and Campground” After a 7 mile long ride down a backroad we again encountered the dreaded “CLOSED” sign. After looping around the place and back to the office we encountered our savior of the day. The manager of the campground was flagging us down as we were on the way out! He said that the campground wasn’t yet open for the season but he would allow us to stay the night at no charge if we were okay not having any hookups. We were very tired and extremely thankful for this offer. In addition to our free stay, he also brought us to the office and gave us maps and a ton of information about the area. He also gave us a free lapel pin to remember Ksan with happiness in our hearts. After a long day of anxiety, this was a welcoming change and would help inspire us to push forward.
Unfortunately, the next night turned out to be the most difficult of the whole trip. After driving another 8 or 9 hours, we had the same troubles finding a campground that was open. This time it was a whole new level of missing the comforts of home. We pulled the trailer into a pull off on the side of the highway. We had no water in the tanks, so there was no showering or cooking with water. Our electric did not recharge while hooked up to the car, so we had no lights or heat (and it was COLD). To top it off, we had no internet or phone service, so I was unable to check in with my dad back home. It was officially the worst night of our trip! Even the dogs were miffed about it…they were not comfortable using the bathroom on the side of a highway! It was not our finest hour! However, on the plus side…the view was beautiful!
The next night we were going to stay in Whitehorse before making our final leg of the trip to Skagway. Once we arrived in Whitehorse, we were faced with more and more “Closed” signs. Instead of spending another night without any amenities, we decided to see if we could arrive in Skagway a day early. Once we got the okay, we made a quick trip to the Walmart for supplies, and headed on to the last 107 miles of our 5,000 mile journey!
The drive from Whitehorse to Skagway on the Klondike Highway is truly the MOST spectacular and beautiful drive. After three very tough travel days, it was a nice reminder to us why we chose this beautiful place to call home for the summer.
Even more stress melted away as soon as we arrived at our campground for the next few months. It definitely felt like home right from the beginning. More soon about our time here in Alaska!
Hello all! We have totally been missing in action from our blog, and we apologize! During the last leg of our trip, internet access became a more difficult thing for us. Because of our phone carrier, we have been domestically roaming since we hit South Dakota. This means they cap off our amount of data that our unlimited data plan is supposed to offer! Kind of stinky!
Once we arrived in Skagway, Alaska we found out very quickly how difficult and expensive Wi-Fi was here in the last frontier! Since we had spent a lot of our budget to take our trip up here, the first three weeks in Alaska were without internet. The only access we had was at the public library…and only during designated hours. It was an eye opener for us because living in Orlando, internet is so accessible that you take it for granted without even knowing that you take it for granted!!!
After being cut off from the world for several weeks, we finally broke down and spent the money to get internet. It cost a fortune in deposits and fees, just to get it turned on…and the bill is almost $140 per month. JUST FOR INTERNET! We have no cable along with that! From what we have been told, the prices just went down this year…so for that, I guess we should be thankful.
By the time we got the internet, we were really in the mix of our new jobs and working a lot of hours. We felt so far behind in our blog updates that we did not know if we should finish posting about our trip up here or start about our Alaskan adventures! It just became a non-priority for us!
Well, now we have settled in and we cannot wait to tell you all about the fun stuff that we are doing here in Alaska. We will start posting about our adventures in the upcoming weeks, and we hope you enjoy following! Sorry for the delay in getting back to you guys!
We will still share about the last leg of our journey, it just won’t necessarily be in order! We hope you enjoy! Stay tuned!
Leaving Nebraska behind, It was time to log some serious miles and head to the Black Hills of South Dakota. We knew we wanted to see Badlands National Park and Mt. Rushmore, but we weren’t sure where we were going to stay in vicinity. At a quick fuel and breakfast stop, we did some hardcore googling and began to realize that the farther north you drive in late winter/early spring the less campgrounds there are for you to choose from. Luckily, Nicole was able to find us accommodation at a place called Hart Ranch. It was one of the few places that were open year round, and we were able to make a reservation for late check in!
The drive up to South Dakota and then West toward Rapid City was fairly simple, but as time moved forward we began to truly get the feeling that we were “out west”! Just outside of Sioux Falls, we began to notice the small roadside signs that began directing you at a peculiar place called Wall Drug. Some of the signs are small, and some are more like billboards; however, they all have unique, attention grabbing wording like “free ice water”, “free doughnuts for honeymooners”, and “5 cent coffee”. As the miles wore on we started to formulate a plan for the following day. We would set up at Hart Ranch, get a solid nights sleep then backtrack to Wall Drug early in the morning and spend the rest of the day in the Badlands.
We got to Hart Ranch camping resort at about 5:30 pm (Not too bad considering it was an 400 plus mile ride)! We headed to our preassigned spot, and I was confronted with my Achilles heal – the back in parking space. Why I hadn’t practiced this maneuver before we left, I don’t know!?! The entire way from Florida to South Dakota, I never had to back into a spot. Long story short, we finally made it into our space after running over some of our new neighbors grass, bruising my ego, and cranking my anxiety level up to 11. Luckily with the help and advice of a fellow camper I was able to practice backing up in a empty part of the campground and no longer fear moving the gear shift into reverse!
The next day, we got an early start and made a beeline for Wall Drug. When we got there we found plenty of free parking right on Main Street. We were lured in by the fresh doughnut signs the day before, but we ended up getting a real breakfast (in addition to our doughnut…which was AMAZING). The breakfast ended up being a great choice too! They really do have 5 cent coffee and free ice water. Free ice water is what kept Wall Drug in business back in the summer 1936. The Hustead’s realized that people were hot and thirsty after driving through the prairie. Therefore, they posted signs for free ice water…and people started to come to their store! Now, it is a destination! Tons of stores and history wrapped into one roadside attraction. If you are in the area, you must stop! And don’t forget to get your free bumper sticker!
Once we finished there, we headed to the second National Park of our trip – the Badlands. We spent the rest of the afternoon driving around a small portion of this 244,000 acre park! We marveled at how beautiful and expansive the scenery was, and Nicole was thrilled to death about the prairie dogs! We were very lucky to also see big horn sheep…up close and personal! It was a spectacular first day in South Dakota!
Next stop Sturgis and Deadwood!
After departing the “Crossroads of America” that is Oklahoma City, our journey Northward to Omaha, Nebraska had began. Around this time in our adventure, things have gotten a little more familiar. Hitching up the trailer, doing our “pre-flight checks” (making sure everything is put up into travel mode) has become more routine. Nicole and I each have our own checklist of jobs, and we trust each other to make sure everything is done. Traveling across North America can be daunting, so having a copilot you love and trust is invaluable.
Now that we are all hitched up, lets head to Omaha, Nebraska! You might not think of Omaha as a destination, and to be honest, I didn’t either at first; hopefully this post will change your mind, and you will take some time to visit on an off your beaten path adventure.
The drive from Oklahoma City to Omaha isn’t the most scenic and it may have been the most expensive considering the portion of I-35 from the Kansas state line to Wichita was a toll road. $21 later we blasted through Kansas and entered Nebraska. We coasted into the “Pine Grove” RV park and got a solid nights sleep and prepared for a full day in Omaha.
We woke up and headed for breakfast at Shirley’s Diner. There was quite a long wait at Shirley’s, so we knew it must be good! We filled up on hot cocoa and a delicious breakfast before we started off on our day of sightseeing.
First stop – Omaha’s Henry Doorly Zoo and Aquarium.
Apparently, this is the place to be in Omaha on a Saturday. We go to a lot of zoos and this place was more packed that I am used to. From the “Desert Dome” featuring cacti and rattlesnakes to the “Jungle” with it’s pygmy hippos and otter, thousands of families packed the exhibits trying to get a glimpse of their favorite animals. We asked a zoo attendant if this was a typical day based on attendance. She said there was 9,000 people at the zoo and their busiest days see upward of 37,000! Maybe we picked a good day after all!
After our morning at the zoo, we headed to a part of Omaha called the “Old Market”. This place was really a gem. It’s about a five square block area made up of quaint old brick warehouse style buildings that have been re-purposed over the years into an eclectic mix of locally owned boutiques, bars, and dining venues.
As lovers of antiques and vintage goods, we were especially impressed with a store called The Imaginarium. It was two full floors packed floor to ceiling with treasures!
After shopping for treasures for a solid hour we were hungry and decided to have some Mexican food. We originally wanted to eat at a place called Trini’s, but the nearly two hour wait wasn’t sitting well with my stomach. Therefore, we walked a few blocks over to Michael’s. This wound up being a most excellent detour. Fried flour tortilla tacos, homemade taco sauce, gooey queso and a Kahlua Cream Soda to wash it all down made for a meal to remember and cure my taco cravings (at least until the next Taco Tuesday)!
Dessert? Why not! Just one block over we found Ted and Wally’s ice cream shop. Nicole had a sundae, and I had two scoops of “Louder Than a Bomb” a chocolate,cayenne, and rainbow sprinkled concoction. Wow, that left quite the ringing in my ears after that flavor explosion. Talk about a spicy aftertaste! After a little more window shopping and photo stops we decided to call it a day and head back to Pine Grove.
Omaha has a little something for everyone. A little bit country a little bit hipster rock and roll. I encourage anybody passing through to give it a shot and discover this quaint slice of Nebraska.
I can still remember that April morning in 1995. After all, I had a beautiful baby boy who had become my whole world in January of that year. The idea of a “safe” world was left behind that morning of April 19th…at 9:02 am. A horrific attack on US soil by an American. How was it even possible?! I remember holding my son in my arms, while watching on television in disbelief as emergency medical personnel searched for survivors. Life forever changed for all Americans on that day.
In the early 2000’s, my parents had visited the Oklahoma City bombing memorial. My mom was so moved by this memorial that she impressed upon me that if I ever had the chance to visit it I should. Therefore, when planning this trip, I figured we needed to add this stop to our agenda. We would have less than 24 hours in town, but it was the perfect amount of time to visit and experience the memorial.
Similar to how I felt when we visited the World Trade Center Memorial, I was overcome with emotion. The moment that we entered the west wall, my eyes filled with tears and I felt all of the hurt and the horror that was felt on that April day almost 22 years earlier. After spending some time there, I also felt the hope that came after the initial tragedy.
When I tell you that this memorial is perfection…I mean it.
The Gates of Time – There are two twin walls that frame the site. The east gate represents 9:01 am on that morning, which is the minute before the attack…the innocence. The west gate represents 9:03 am, which is the minute after the attack…the moment we were changed forever.
Reflecting Pool – It occupies what was once NW 5th Street. The gently flowing water helps soothe wounds.
Field of Empty Chairs – There are 168 chairs; each one representing a life lost. There are 9 rows to represent the 9 floors of the building and each chair is placed in the row that represents the floor they were on when they died. The base of each chair has the name of a victim. The smaller chairs represent children who were lost that day – 19 total. Some of the victims were pregnant. Their unborn child’s name is also etched on their chair.
The Survivor Wall – The only original Murrah building walls stand on the east end of the memorial. There are over 600 names etched into granite pieces that hang on the wall. These are the survivors and the granite was salvaged from the lobby of the building.
The Fence – It was originally put around the site to protect it after the attack. People immediately started to leave tokens of hope and love. People still leave items on this fence when they visit.
Rescuer’s Orchard – An orchard of flower and nut bearing trees surrounds the survivor tree representing the people who rushed into help after the attack.
The Survivor Tree – 90 year old tree who bared witness to the attack and survived! There is now a message that reads, “The spirit of this city and this nation will not be defeated; our deeply rooted faith sustains us.”
Children’s Area – An area that houses various expressions of encouragement that were received from children after the bombing.
While we were at the memorial, a butterfly followed us through the field of empty chairs. An especially emotional moment for us because ever since my mom passed away almost two years ago, I always see a butterfly when she is near. I know that she was happy that I finally saw the beauty of this memorial.
I urge you to go…and spend some time at the memorial. It is peaceful and moving…and we must not forget!
Sorry it has been a while since we posted. At the beginning of our trip, we were in a rush to get out of the south. Then once we got to a place for an extended period of time, it was nice to slow down and enjoy!
The last time we left you, we were in Hot Springs Digging for Diamonds in Arkansas. The main reason we chose this as stop on our trip is because we wanted to visit the National Park! Hot Springs National Park is not like your typical National Park. Instead of being beautiful vistas of land and animals, it is an adorable section of the downtown area referred to as Bathhouse Row.
Once known as Hot Springs Reservation, this town was a draw because of the geothermal waters that are found below. Because of this draw, a series of bathhouses were created here. Visiting these bathhouses back in the late 1800’s and early 1900’s became a social event! In 1921, the name was changed and it became the 18th National Park. There are no free thermal pools available in the National Park; however, there are two fully functional operating bathhouse: Quapaw Baths and Buckstaff.
The actual visitors center for Hot Springs National Park is in the old Fordyce Bathhouse. It is here that you are able to tour the inside of the bathhouse and imagine what it would have been like to be a visitor back in the Edwardian Era. The bathhouse tour takes you through the varies stages and rooms of the experience: the parlor, massage and treatment rooms, baths, cooling rooms, changing rooms, and gymnasium!
These pictures are from the men’s changing area. Their area was much more ornate than the women’s side!
In 1832, Congress protected the Hot Springs to ensure that it would be utilized by the people. Since then, people have been encouraged to drink and even bottle the spring’s healing waters. You can bring your own jug, or buy one of the souvenir jugs in the gift shop. They even provide a map where there are fountains available to fill your jug or take a drink!
In addition to the tour of the visitor center, there are amazing hiking paths that overlook the city! These are worth the visit as well!
Next stop…Oklahoma City!