When it comes time for trips to end, Dianne and I see things differently. I almost always look forward to returning to reality. She, on the other hand, normally wants to stay gone forever. But not this time.
“I’m eager to get home,” she confessed.
Our original return plan was to take a week to meander from Vermont to Colorado, covering a maximum of 300 miles a day mostly on two-lane roads. With both of us ready to return, we decided to hit the freeways.
We dropped down to Pennsylvania our first night, crossed into Ohio for our second night, cruise-controlled off to Illinois on the third and spent our final night at a Corps of Engineers site in Kansas on our fourth. We saw nothing of interest along the way but miles of divided highway and a myriad of trucks.
Finally back home, we unloaded the vitals, showered in our own bathroom and set out to do the one thing we hadn’t been able to do for the 3+ months we were gone.
Now that we’re back home and totally recovered, it’s time to calculate at what our Canada caper covered and cost.
From start to finish, we traveled a total of 13,525.3 miles, with about 12,000 of those miles pulling the trailer. Average fuel cost per mile was just over 20 cents. We had the Nissan oil changed three times in route, and other than a mouse eating away at the engine air filter, we experienced no mechanical problems.
We lost a handful of screws on the trailer, all of which were easily replaced. The only trailer repair needed was to replace the starboard stern stabilizer jack, which was damaged in a back-up turnaround on loose ground. Tires on the trailer (replaced just before we left) held up fine.
In all, we spent $12,199.14 (U.S. dollars) on the trip, broken down as follows:
Campground fees $3,197.44
Laundry 88.21
Showers 20.54
Propane 53. 32
Motel (one night) 94.98
Camping $3,454.49
Gasoline $2,716.35
Oil chgs. and air filter 188.08
Trailer stabilizer 77.91
Parking 8.54
Bus and shuttles 39.72
Toll roads and bridges 59.71
Ferries 1,075.58
Transportation $4,165.89
Groceries $1,476.76
Beer & wine 674.49
Dining out 1,634.44
Supplies 58.84
Food $3,844.53
Admission fee $ 99.75
Tours 207.38
Guide/busker tips 17.05
Fees $ 324.18
Med evacuation insurance $ 404.98
Mail forwarding 216.00
Cell phone/data 318.09
Ins/data $ 939.07
Souvenirs $ 101.01
Home goodies 60.45
Personal 161.46
Lost $ 0.19
Canadian cash leftover 27.33
Unspent $ 27.52
Cable TV turned off $ (620.84)
No trash collection (97.18)
Savings $ (718.02)
That figures out to about $122 per day, or about the cost of one night at a decent motel somewhere (without food or transportation). That’s not bad for a 100 delightful days on the road.
Notes:
We brought neither a generator nor solar panels with us, so every night but one was in a campground with electrical hookups, which are commonplace in Canadian national and provincial parks.
Most of the ferry fares were for the trip to and from Newfoundland.
We paid for one night in a motel when we drove without the trailer to the northern tip of Newfoundland.
The souvenirs and home goodies were totally optional, but hey, you can’t spend three months in a foreign land and not come back with a t-shirt or two.
With the need to do city things, we checked into our first Canadian RV park here in Regina. Prior to that, our campgrounds were either national or provincial parks. In each, the showers came free.
Not here. Even though we’re paying more for the site, the showers are coin-op and cost extra.
Add that to the reasons we prefer to camp in national and provincial parks.
When it comes to camping, I’ve always been a rugged elitist. Rolling out a sleeping bag in the middle of nowhere, now that’s camping. Parking a motor mansion in a campground, cranking up the AC and spending the evening watching TV from a portable satellite dish – that’s no more camping than staying in a Ritz-Carlton is bedding down with the natives.
But now that we own a trailer complete with mattress, refrigerator, microwave and its own AC unit, are we still “camping”? To get an answer, I went to a higher authority – my wife who’s been a camper since she was in diapers.
“Camping is what you do in a campground, not what you sleep in.” she says. “If you go for hikes, ogle the sunset, gaze at the stars and roast s’mores around a campfire, you’re camping. If you don’t interact with nature, you’re not camping. You’re simply bunking in a mobile motel.”
“Honey, it’s 93 degrees outside. So we’d still be camping,” I ask, “if I turned on the AC?”
An article that recently appeared on the BBC says that going out on a camping trip helps to reset the body clock. My body clock definitely needs resetting.
I haven’t spent a night in the wild since October 3rd when we returned from a month at Devil’s Tower and the Dakotas. Since then, I’ve been stuck at home, recovering from rotator cuff surgery and pounding out assignments. The closest I’ve come to the great outdoors is prepping travel pix for stock agency submission.
Fortunately, that will all come to an end on March 20 when Dianne and I depart for a 25-day camping journey to Texas with stops in Oklahoma, Louisiana, Arkansas, Missouri and Kansas.
Unfortunately, that trip’s still 40+ days away. Until then I’ll just have to deal with a body clock that’s badly out-of-sync.
With the possible exception of a TSA groping, the worst part of travel is the packing.
It’s a short trip – just 25 days in Texas, Oklahoma, Louisiana, Arkansas, Missouri and since I’m boycotting Kansas over their requirement to provide a Social Security number for state park camping, we’ll probably come back via Nebraska.
I spent most of yesterday prepping the trailer and all of today packing it full of what we’ll need to survive nearly four weeks in full-hookup wilderness.
Oh how I long for those glory days of yesteryear when Dianne and I spent three months Eurailing our way across Europe (where else would you Eurail?) with only small carry-on backpacks that could truly fit under the seat in front of us.
I’ve discovered something I never thought I would ever find again. Free camping in a National Park-administered site.
Amarillo was about the right distance for the first day’s drive on our trip to Belton, Texas. Camping choices around there included a commercial RV park in town, Palo Duro Canyon State Park south of town or the Lake Meredith National Recreation Area north of town.
Commercial campgrounds have less appeal to me than bunking with relatives and Palo Duro is a place where one needs to spend multiple days. That left Lake Meredith.
Now, Lake Meredith is not a lake, it’s a reservoir, and the land around it is administered by the National Park Service. They’ve built several campgrounds, the largest of which is a 51-site loop atop the canyon rim with a good view of the earthen dam. Each site has one or two new picnic tables shaded by canopies.
There’s a trailer dump station with fresh water. The restroom building features four individual, any gender you want to be private units with flush toilets and free showers. They were clean and well stocked with toilet paper.
Fortunately, it wasn’t crowded during our visit. Fifty-one camping families sharing four toilets with showers could lead to some soiled situations.
So, there we were, drinking wine while watching the sun set over the reservoir and realizing that we were getting all this for simply the money we pay in taxes.
I hate wind. I especially hate it when A-frame camping.
A stiff breeze, they say, can catch a half-opened roof panel and like the spinnaker on a sailboat, send it flying. Now, we’ve never had that happen to us, but according to the folks who sell aftermarket wind kits, it could.
The breeze wasn’t that bad when we packed up after a pleasant stay at our Chickasaw National Recreation Area campsite. We collapsed the roof and headed on our way south toward Belton Lake, halfway between Waco and Austin, Texas.
Rule number one of wind on the road. It will always be a headwind, or more correctly, a slightly angled wind blowing from both the front and side. The trailer towed like a duckling imprinted on its mother while the Xterra got belted around like a woozy prize fighter in the tenth round.
“Not much shade in campsite #1,” the gate agent advised us as we checked into the Live Oak Ridge Campground. Not only was there not much shade, there was nary a tree, bush or tall blade of grass to block the wind.
“This is going to be fun,” Dianne suggested as we set about setting up the trailer.
“No, it’s not,” I corrected her.
We leveled the trailer and prepared to open it up. About then, the wind relented and like a Viagra user before hour number four, the stiff breeze went limp. We got the trailer up without the roof blowing back to Dallas.
We tightened down our aftermarket wind kit and celebrated our feat the way all good campers do. With a beer.
Have you ever been asked to provide your complete Social Security number to reserve a campsite?
Next month, Dianne and I are heading to Texas for an a-frame trailer tech school. We hope to learn how to fix any and all problems we may experience on our four-month escapade across Canada.
On the way back, we plan to swing through Louisiana, Arkansas, Missouri and Kansas, and have reserved state park campgrounds along the route. All worked well until we got to Kansas. I selected a park, picked a site and clicked the “Book’em Danno” button. That’s when I got this:
“Your Social Security Number is required to make this reservation according to Title 42 of the United States Code, Section 666 (a) (13), requirement of statutorily prescribed procedures to improve effectiveness of child support enforcement.”
Bull turkey!
No other state park or national park with which I’ve made reservations has ever asked for that information. The reservations are made through ReserveAmerica, a private company site, and there is no way I’m going to give out my complete Social Security number to them. No other park, including Colorado and Oregon state parks (who also use ReserveAmerica) ask for that.
Kansas has now earned top billing on my camping brown list. Instead of staying in the Sunflower State, we booked another couple of nights in a Missouri state park, and we’re seriously thinking of returning home through Nebraska.
Sorry Kansas, but I hope your teams get blown out early in the upcoming NCAA basketball tournament.
