Top Ten Retirement Adventures: No. 6

In 2016, we plunged into the world of RVing. By spring of 2017, without having mastered the art of hookups nor the skill of guiding our Rockwood Mini travel trailer into camping sites, Sue and I climbed into our Toyota Tacoma and headed to Arizona with only one other definite stop: Charleston, West Virginia, where we visited our son Chris and his girlfriend Gail.

The tow police questioned our choice of trucks. Some asked, “How does that tow for ya?” when they actually meant, “You’re towing that with that?” But Taco never let us down and actually became quite attached to Minnie, aka Mini.

Recognize these places? Sedona, Bowie, Chiricahua, Saguaro, Asheville, Warm Springs, Badlands, and Charleston, South Carolina? There were many more highlights. We used our hiking shoes often and Minnie’s favorite spot was South Dakota’s Black Hills (Can’t you tell in the photo above?).

In the Hill Country of Texas, we rode out a tornado warning in Taco, where we buckled up for safety. He thanked us for not leaving him alone by running to the restroom to ride out the storm in a shelter with a foundation. We learned the art of reverse hookups in Texas, when the sewer, water, and electric hookups were on the opposite side, meaning we had to somehow string pipes and wires under Minnie. They barely reached.

After twenty-five states, 9,833 miles, and 61 days, I wrote:

“Was it easy? Absolutely not, but the best trips have challenges. Call us crazy, but we think overcoming hardships is part of the joy of travel. Towing a trailer into a hard wind is no fun, but the smell of coffee from your own kitchen each morning is a dividend.”

Why Is Minnie Returning to Colorado?

Why the photo of our rig from when we paused a few weeks ago on Colorado’s Wolf Creek Pass at 10,800 feet? Two reasons. First, my mom’s name, like our trailer, was Minnie, so our cross-country adventure has been dedicated to her memory.

Second, Sue and I turned around in West Virginia and are heading back to Colorado. This time we will camp at 10,000 feet, near Breckenridge, to hike as many high-altitude trails as we can do in eight days. Why the heights? We are conditioning. Can you guess the trail we are planning to backpack in August? Hints: 243 miles, mostly above 10,000 feet, named after a pioneer.

At the end, we will have camped for 30 days straight. The tent-camping part is new for two hikers used to a bed and shower, even after grueling days on the trail. Can we do it? That is what I wondered in 2013 before our first distance trek, Spain’s Camino de Santiago.