We returned to Las Vegas from Atlanta, GA (and from Nellie & Michael’s lovely wedding) on September 25. We spent a few days visiting with Barb’s dad Cliff and sister Audrey, and with replenishing our groceries for our trip back to the midwest. Oh, and we picked up the RV from the Vegas Chevrolet repair shop, where work had been done in our absence. It started with a recall: brake calipers needed replacing, for no cost, of course. But we also asked that they replace a leaking seal on the left front wheel. And then they checked the right side, and it was leaking too. And then while replacing the calipers they discovered the rotors should be replaced. And the brake pads. And I asked that they flush the radiator and replace with new coolant. By the time we got out of there, we had spent well over three boat units! (Forgive the inside reference.)
Barb and Audrey went out to a musical at the Smith’s Center one night: Beautiful, the Carole King Musical. I had no interest in joining them for the show, but I did regret missing their dinner: All You Can Eat Sushi.
Next day, we began our long trek back toward Bismarck. We spent two long days (stopping at Walmart parking lots for the evenings) before getting to Devils Tower, in northeast Wyoming, where we were joined by son Jeff (who was returning from a summer of exploring Alaska) for a few days of R&R. In an adjoining campsite we noticed a single woman who was camping in her car. Speaking to her out on a trail, we learned she was from Switzerland, and had remained behind for an extra month when her tour group had moved on. We invited Nicole over for grilled pork tenderloin followed by S’mores. Very enjoyable encounter.
On October 2 we (including Jeff) moved further east to the Rocky Point Recreation Area campground adjacent to the Orman Dam near Belle Fourche, South Dakota (where my father grew up). At this time of year there are very few campers in this part of the world. The ranger at the entrance suggested that if we wanted to be together, we could use the group site. That worked well, since we were the only ones present there and since the site was commodious enough that I could fashion an unofficial “pull through” and avoid disconnecting the dinghy.
We parted from Jeff when we left Belle Fourche, Jeff heading south and eventually west, and we continuing on toward Bismarck. But that is the subject of our next post.