It goes without saying that you need long johns if you are going to sleep in a Jeep in cold weather. I have a lovely pair I bought in Lake Louise, Alberta, last fall. I sprung for the best: a merino wool base layer designed to lie next to the skin. They are soft and magnificently warm. Sometimes a base layer isn’t enough, but either way merino wool adds a note of warmth hard to get with other materials.
Last night it got down to single digits when I camped in Rocinante, my red Jeep, in the parking lot of a Wal-Mart in Carthage, Missouri, and I’d have to say my long johns are the one item I appreciated most. However, I have many other ways I deal with the cold. I’m a cold-weather backpacker and tent camper from way back, so camping in the truck is a breeze for me. The walls of the truck are, of course, better insulation than the nylon walls of a tent. They also keep me safer, since I usually travel alone now. The simple fact that the truck keeps me off the ground also keeps me warmer.
Do you let cold weather keep you from hitting the road for adventures in the winter? You don’t have to! Continue reading
A wide view of Lillooet, B.C., reveals the Coastal Mountain range (I think that’s Mt. Brew) standing guard to the west. The town is in the rain shadow of the mountains, so its semi-arid climate offers temps from 41° in the winter to 100° F in the summer.
I was driving intently along Highway 99 with my eyes on the road, barreling down and buzzing up the canyon hills, stopping only occasionally to get out and pay the beautiful terrain proper respect with dropped jaw and hastily snapped photo. My destination was the Vancouver International Film Festival, and I was already late. Continue reading
One of the last days I was in Lake Louise was not my best day on the road. I was questioning my work, my trip and my life, to be honest. I have an almost unquenchable positivity about me–always have. But when I run out of positivity, I can crash pretty hard. I guess it’s because I’m not used to it. Thank goodness, the guardian angels were watching out for me. I was just kind of surprised at the form they took. Continue reading
My friend Barb and I used our lazy Sunday afternoon to run a few errands in Mesa, a suburb of Phoenix. Our errands included looking at RVs. I was so excited, I had butterflies in my stomach. I had spent many hours of my recent travels mulling over which type of RV or travel trailer I would get. I was leaning toward a travel trailer, because my Jeep is so wonderful I would rather pull something with it than get a smaller car to pull behind a Class C RV. However, by the time we were finished, I decided not to get anything. Continue reading