Along Route 93, just south of the Montana border, sits the tiny town of North Fork, Idaho. The town has a small restaurant, store, and fuel. If memory serves, they’re all in the same building. And just south of there, along the Salmon River, sits the Wagonhammer RV Park.
Midge Gray, a host there, penned this Full-Timers Motto:
Such was our summer of 2015. From Sioux Falls, we ambled back through Rapid City, but nixed the notion of staying in Sturgis again when the same RV park where we’d stayed earlier upped its overnight fees to $50/night, calling them “pre-rally rates.”
Pre-rally? Really? Weeks and weeks in advance? We voted with our wheels and drove on down the road. Sometimes I think these places forget we can stop anywhere for the night.
Full-timers appreciate the notion that the journey is what’s important, not some destination. Too much to see along the way to rush past it.
This Osprey landed on its nest just as we passed by in our rig…
…so although the image isn’t magazine-quality, it’s still a neat thing to be able to see and capture. A gift the journey gives us, right?
This past summer, our bigger plans were constantly in flux. Full-time (and long-trip) RVers know you have to be adaptable, because conditions are always changing.
We full-timers might not be restricted by having to get back to a sticks-and-bricks residence, but we’re still bound by two things no one can control (as much as we’d like to): the weather and the seasons. Fortunately, we can keep moving to better weather — and this summer we were on the move for exactly that reason.