As I rolled into Kit Carson, Colorado, on a bright and breezy afternoon, it hit me—this tiny town in the Eastern Plains might be out of the way, but it sure packs in some surprising character. The vast prairie stretched out endlessly around me, broken only by a few grain silos, a distant water tower, and the occasional tumbleweed making its escape across the highway.
I was pulling into the newly opened Colorado Plains RV Park, a modest but cleverly designed campground that opened its gates in May 2024. Aside from the fact that I initially blew right past the entrance and had to detour 12 miles to turn around, what drew my attention was the park’s unique winter-ready water setup. It’s the kind of small-town ingenuity that full-time RVers like me really appreciate, especially when the mercury drops.
Frost-Proof Innovation on the High Plains
If you’ve RVed in colder climates, you know how tricky water connections can be once freezing temps set in. Many campgrounds simply shut off their water to avoid frozen pipe disasters, leaving you with a full tank and prayers that it’ll last until spring.
Not so at Colorado Plains RV Park.
Each site is equipped with a power-heated water spigot designed to prevent freezing, even in the biting chill of Colorado winters. It’s a Jones H-7000 heated hydrant, and let me tell you—it’s slick. Plug the cord into the nearby 20A outlet, attach your hose with a pressure regulator and filter setup, and you’re good to go, even if Jack Frost is nipping at your sewer hose.
Instructions are printed at every site for easy reference. The setup uses a black locking collar that twists to allow water flow, locks to prevent backflow, and disconnects with just a few firm motions. It’s the kind of small, thoughtful infrastructure that makes a huge difference for winter RVing.
Pair this hydrant with a Hose Grip drinking water hose, inline triple-stage filtration, and a quality regulator, and you’ve got yourself a winter water hookup that’s both safe and secure.
A Town Named for a Legend
With my site leveled and Bertie Bea settled in, I unhooked Rosie and decided to explore this namesake town: Kit Carson, Colorado. You won’t find a bustling main street or a stack of museums, but the name carries a frontier weight that stretches far beyond the city limits.
Established in the mid-1870s, the town sits along the old Smoky Hill Trail, a key route for settlers and gold-seekers heading west. When the Kansas Pacific Railway rolled through in 1870, it brought a flood of new settlers to the area. The town was named after Christopher “Kit” Carson, a man who was already a living legend.
Kit Carson: The Man, the Myth, the Mountain
By Mathew Brady or Levin C. Handy
So, who was Kit Carson?
Born in 1809 in Kentucky, Carson headed west as a teenager, chasing adventure as a trapper, scout, and guide. He became one of the most well-known mountain men of the 19th century, partnering with the famed explorer John C. Frémont on multiple expeditions through the uncharted American West.
Carson wasn’t just a wilderness survivalist—he was a U.S. Army officer, a frontiersman, and a controversial figure in Native American history. While he played a major role in opening the West for expansion, he was also involved in military campaigns that displaced Navajo people during the Long Walk to Bosque Redondo—a dark chapter in Western history.
Despite this, Kit Carson’s name became iconic. Streets, towns, counties, and even a national forest were named after him. For better or worse, his legacy looms large in the American West.
RVing Through History
As I sat outside that evening with a cup of coffee and the prairie winds doing their thing, I couldn’t help but feel connected to the deep historical roots of this place. Sure, it’s a little dusty. The nearest Walmart is nearly 60 miles away in Lamar, and the closest grocery store is a Dollar General in Eads, 22 miles south. But that’s part of the charm.
Kit Carson isn’t just a stopover—it’s a reminder of how much of the West is still wide open. Here, the roads are long, the sky’s even longer, and the spirit of the frontier is alive and well in the little things, like a smartly built water spigot in a brand-new RV park.
I’ll be in Colorado a bit longer before heading north to Wyoming, but if you’re ever traveling along Highway 287 and need a quiet, no-fuss place to park your rig (and maybe brush up on some frontier history), don’t sleep on Colorado Plains RV Park.
Pro Tips for Winter Water Hookups at Campgrounds
Always use a pressure regulator to protect your RV plumbing.
Heated hydrants like the Jones H-7000 can keep water flowing even below freezing—just make sure to plug in the cord!
Triple-stage filters are great for removing sediment, chlorine, and any odd-tasting minerals in rural water systems.
Bring extra hose insulation or a heated hose if temps dip lower than what the hydrant is rated for.
Until next time, keep the coffee hot and the tanks from freezing. And remember—not all who wander are lost.
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Exploring the rivers of the American West has always been a core part of the Wandering Gypsy RV Life journey. In the summer of 2023, that passion led to the legendary waters of Eastern Idaho — the Henry’s Fork of the Snake River — for a fly-fishing experience filled with breathtaking scenery, unexpected encounters, and unforgettable memories.
This is the story of a day that had it all: powerful trout, bright laughter, and a brush with nature’s wild side.
Chasing a Dream Across the West
The pursuit of great fly-fishing destinations began in 2020 with the purchase of a first motorhome and a dream to roam river to river. A few years later, with the upgrade to a Class A motorhome — Bertie Bea — that dream truly took flight, leading across the Pacific Northwest, down into Texas Hill Country, and finally, to Idaho’s fabled Henry’s Fork.
Known for its prolific trout waters and historic fly-fishing pedigree, the Henry’s Fork had been on the list from the very beginning — and it was time to make that vision a reality.
Floating Box Canyon
Launching early one crisp morning from Island Park Dam, the drift boat crew included longtime friend Jeff Roper, a well-known local television and radio personality, and expert guide Jon Lewis from TroutHunter Outfitters, whose deep knowledge of the Henry’s Fork was invaluable throughout the day.
The plan was simple: drift the famed Box Canyon stretch, nymph for rainbows, and soak in the river’s wild beauty.
Basalt cliffs towered overhead, while the clear, rushing water offered countless seams and riffles perfect for fly fishing. Eagles and ospreys soared above as the boat quietly slipped through the winding canyon — the kind of morning that reminds travelers why they set out on these journeys in the first place.
Tubers on the Water
About twenty minutes into the float, the unexpected arrived.
A colorful armada of inner tubes, carrying vacationers and locals alike, rounded the bend. Inflatable unicorns, water guns, and sun-soaked laughter filled the canyon, transforming a tranquil drift into a lively and entertaining obstacle course.
Though it added a layer of challenge to the fishing, the spontaneous encounter was a lighthearted highlight — one of those surprises that make every day on the road unique and memorable.
An Osprey’s Perfect Timing
Later that morning, while working a promising seam, a solid rainbow trout took the nymph rig. As the fish was being brought toward the boat, an osprey swooped from the sky with breathtaking speed, snatching the trout — and the fly — right out of the water.
There was nothing to do but laugh and watch in amazement as the bird flew off with its unexpected prize. It was a vivid reminder that the line between angler and nature can blur in spectacular ways on the river.
In fishing, there are always stories about “the one that got away” — but rarely do they end with the fish flying off into the clouds.
A First Trout on the Fly
As the afternoon unfolded, the river offered another memorable moment.
New to the nuances of fly fishing, Jeff Roper landed his first trout on a fly rod — a spirited 14-inch rainbow taken on a dry fly and nymph dropper combination.
Celebrations erupted on the drift boat, and the pure joy on Jeff’s face captured the heart of what fly fishing is all about: connection, patience, and the thrill of that first perfect catch.
It was a memory not just of a fish, but of a milestone — and one that will undoubtedly be shared around many future campfires.
A Night at Idaho Falls Luxury RV Park
After an eventful day on the water, the journey continued south to Idaho Falls Luxury RV Park, a newly opened park built on the historic site of the old Skyview Drive-In Theater.
Idaho Falls Luxury RV Park with Bertie Bea and Rosie – Plenty of space to stretch out
The park offers:
Fully paved 100-foot pull-through sites
Full 50-amp hookups, sewer, and water connections
Private Wi-Fi hotspots at each site
Beautiful landscaping with grass and young trees
A lodge with upscale bathrooms featuring heated floors
A fenced dog park and pickleball courts
Direct access to the Snake River’s scenic River Walk trail
Although the nightly rate is on the higher end at around $125, the park’s thoughtful layout, security, and amenities made it a relaxing, comfortable place to recharge after a full day of adventure.
The spacious sites easily accommodated Bertie Bea and the towed vehicle, and the peaceful surroundings provided the perfect end to an unforgettable day.
Reflections on Henry’s Fork
The Henry’s Fork Canyon delivered everything one could hope for in a fly-fishing journey — wild trout, stunning landscapes, laughter shared between good friends, and those rare moments that cannot be planned.
This river, long revered in the fly-fishing world for its technical challenges and natural beauty, lived up to every expectation.
While there wasn’t time to fish the famous Ranch section near Harriman State Park during this visit, it remains on the list for future adventures.
The experience reaffirmed why the wandering lifestyle is so rewarding: not because everything goes precisely as planned, but because of the unexpected joys along the way.
Plan Your Own Adventure
If your travels take you through Eastern Idaho, consider a float through the Box Canyon section of the Henry’s Fork.
Whether you’re an experienced angler or just starting, the river offers something truly special. And when the day winds down, Idaho Falls Luxury RV Park provides an exceptional place to call home for the night.
When you live the RV life long enough, you realize that the rig you travel in isn’t just a vehicle but a character in your story. That’s exactly how it felt when I found Bertie Bea and hitched up Rosie for our first big adventure together.
It all started in March 2023 at the FRVA International Convention in Perry, Georgia. If you’ve never been, picture the Super Bowl of RV life—rows of rigs, mountains of camp chairs, and more seminars than a curious wanderer could dream of.
There, I test-drove a Fleetwood Southwind with liquid spring suspension, and the ride was smoother than a cold root beer float on a July afternoon. That drive sparked a realization: it was time to say goodbye to Bertha, my faithful Class C Forest River Sunseeker, and start a new chapter.
My search led me to the Tiffin Allegro Open Road 34PA—a rig that checked every box, from four slides to a coveted stackable washer and dryer. After a few close calls and one rig that smelled suspiciously like wet dog and regret, I finally found Bertie Bea—a beautiful maroon and gray beauty in Beaufort, South Carolina. A certified NRVIA RV inspector sealed the deal, and on March 31, 2023, she officially became family.
Three weeks later, Bertie Bea, Rosie, and I set off on a five-month, full-blown cross-country adventure—and life would never be the same.
We faced a few “baptisms by fire,” including a water pump failure mid-shower in Nebraska (nothing like trying to fix a water system in a towel). But the road had rewards, like the crystal-clear waters of Wyoming’s Grey Reef section of the North Platte River. Fly-fishing at dawn, eagles soaring overhead, and fish practically leaping onto our lines—the kind of magic you can’t buy. If you want to read more about the fishing trip, check out “An Unforgettable Day on the North Platte with Rowdy and Brian.”
From the tightest parking job of my life in Washington State to laughter-filled reunions with fellow RV friends in Island Park, Idaho, every mile was packed with new memories. We explored Yellowstone National Park, fished on Yellowstone Lake, and learned a vital culinary lesson about Rocky Mountain Oysters (spoiler: they’re not seafood).
And through it all—laughs, flat tires, fish tales, and late-night campfires—Bertie Bea and Rosie weren’t just vehicles. They became home.
The stretch from Island Park to Gillette, Wyoming (for yet another FRVA International Convention) reminded me why we choose this life: it’s not just about the miles traveled. It’s about the people, the stories, the wide open spaces, and the realization that life is better when you keep moving forward, coffee in hand and adventure in your heart.
Ready to chase your own adventure?
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I wrote this back in 2021 after my first year living the RV life from Bessie’s perspective. She was where this adventure began, and what an adventure it has been these past five years. Hope you enjoy this blast from the past.
Hello, my name is Bessie, and I am happy to meet you. I am a 2013 Forest River Sunseeker 2300 recreational vehicle, and since my new owner purchased me in July 2020, my life has improved. My previous owner did not keep up with my maintenance, and I was a little worse off with the wear. When he drove me away from where I had languished, I wondered about him and if he would take good care of me. I soon learned that I was in excellent hands. He was methodical with me, and I wondered why he’d chosen me to take him away from whatever troubled him. I could tell he longed to escape from something but didn’t know what yet.
Stan took me to the nice folks at Quality RV after he purchased me from Halesford Harbour Marine & RV in Moneta, VA on July 15, 2020. Quality RV made sure that I was in tip-top shape, and I was ready to go. They checked my fluids, tires, roof, and appliances and gave me a clean bill of health. I felt terrific and prepared to go, when Stan came at 5:00 am on August 15, 2020 to start his adventure.
Me, blissfully passing the time in the Taylor’s driveway.
That first day, he got to know all my highway idiosyncracies on his way to his dear friends in Cabot, AR, JoeAnn and Gary Taylor. Those first three days were blissful in their driveway except for Onie, the generator. Stan hadn’t gotten the hang of what power items could run while Onie, the Onan Genrator, made electricity and he popped a few of my circuit breakers and Onie’s, too.
“Hey, Onie, what just happened there?” I asked.
“Well, Bessie, our new owner should know not to run the A/C and microwave while I’m making power. He just popped my breaker. I’m sorry, but until he learns, I think this will happen a lot,” Onie replied.
“Yes, it will. What do you think of our new owner?”
“He’s better than our last one. My oil is fresh, and I’ve never felt better! Hope this TLC continues.”
“I think so, too. Look!” I exclaimed. “He’s reading his owner’s manual to find the issue.”
“Found it!” Onie said when Stan reset Onie’s breaker to restore power to me.
“That’s better. I have power again.”
After Arkansas, we left early on August 17 with Gary helping Stan get me out of their driveway on the hectic Highway 89. It was scary! Stan was still learning how to drive me in those early days of our trip. From Cabot, we went to Shawnee Mission, KS so that Stan could talk stamps with a philatelic friend. We spent the night in another driveway with Onie running so that Acie could keep Stan cool.
It seemed like that first week, we were on a mission. We left Kansas early the next morning and headed towards Nebraska. Stan played audiobooks and followed directions on the new radio he installed so that he could use his phone with it. iPhone and I had many discussions while I followed the directions Stan took.
“Where are we headed, Apple?”
“Don’t call me Apple! My name is Siri!”
“Ok, you don’t have to be cranky about it! Where are we headed, Siri?”
“Looks like Red Cloud, Nebraska, and a cemetery. Wonder why?”
“We will see in about 5 hours unless we stop.”
Stan paid his respect to Don and Velma Stratton in Red Cloud, Nebraska.
In Red Cloud, Nebraska, we drove up to the Red Cloud Cemetery, and as I was looking at the entrance gate, I was glad he had parked and walked in to visit the resting place of USS Arizona Survivor Donald Stratton and his wife, Velma. After about 30 minutes, Stan returned and pointed me towards Kearney, Nebraska where we spent the night in another driveway. And they plugged me in to charge my batteries and save Onie some wear and tear. Stan had a great conversation with a dog training buddy named Tim.
My view of the Archway — Kearney, Nebraska
In Kerney, Nebraska, Stan stopped me at the Archway and the pictures he took were shown to me by Siri.
“The Archway was on the trail to Oregon, and wagon trains passed by here. The stories of the wagons and the people are told in the museum.” Siri remarked to me.
My check engine light came on as we were leaving Kearney. Stan stopped everything and took me to the Ford dealership. The mechanic learned that my oxygen sensor was bad, but I wasn’t pulled in to fix it. I heard Stan calling all over Kearney to find someone who could fix me, to no avail. Finally, he was told that the sensor would not affect anything in my engine and that I was safe to drive. So, Stan told Siri to take him to Wall Drug in South Dakota.
We stopped at the Minuteman RV Park & Lodging in Phillip, South Dakota, for the night. Stan was tired after driving all day. The stay at Minuteman RV Park was the first stop where Onie was quiet the whole night. Stan used ramps to level me, plugged me in to good power, connected fresh water, and hooked up my sewer line. Stan was getting comfortable with everything it took to set me up. Fridge was happy to be running on electricity again.
“Electricity is so much warmer than propane. I was beginning to get frostbite.” Fridge remarked.
“You’re supposed to be cold like me. What’s the big idea?” Acie quipped.
“My insides are supposed to be cold, not my arteries, which are fed by propane. I much prefer electricity to freezing propane.”
“Quit whining, you two. What about me? Stan put corn gas in me and he gave me the knocks and shakes.” I chided and whined.
“Yes, but now he’s giving us the good stuff. I can tell. My insides are purring now.” Onie jumped in to lighten my mood.
“You’re right, but I’m still getting the bad stuff out of my system. You’re lucky you didn’t have to run on that junk.” I griped.
The following day, Stan woke up early and methodically made sure he dumped my black water and gray water tanks in the correct order. Black first, then rinse with the gray water. He would watch others talk about their RV on ‘Jensen.’ They gave excellent advice, and I saw some nice coaches who received about as much TLC as I did during that first year. I was a little jealous of the shine of some of the buses and the length of other coaches in my class, but one thing I knew was that I was loved.
Wall Drug Advertisement in my windshield
Stan finished getting everything disconnected, stored, and ready to travel. Stan let me warm up for 20 minutes while he prepared my interior to travel and make sure Siri knew where we were going. Our destination was Wall Drug in Wall, South Dakota. The signs on the highway advertised free ice water and 5-cent coffee. We arrived about 10:00 am and Stan had a little difficulty finding a parking spot that could accommodate my size. We finally found a parking spot, and I was parked next to some nice-looking coaches.
I was locked up and we didn’t see Stan for about 2 hours. I guess he enjoyed himself because he had postcards and a few other things when he returned from wherever he was. He pulled out an iPad, which is a bigger Siri, and looked at pictures. There was one of the post offices where he must’ve taken postcards because they left with him and never returned.
I was more than a little scared looking at the Bighorn Sheep at my door.
We left again. This time, it was for Badlands National Park, where I saw some beautiful but scary sights. We drove through the park and stopped at some overlooks, but what I remember most is the Bighorn sheep that was meandering down the road. He glanced at me and then stared at me. Those curled horns looked like they could go through my fiberglass exterior if he considered it. We stopped, which made me even more nervous. Stan used Siri to take pictures and he set Siri’s destination as Mount Rushmore.
August 21 was a long day. Siri and I passed the time in conversation.
“Hey, Siri. Where are we headed?” I asked.
“We’re heading to Mount Rushmore, a National Monument with the carvings of Presidents Washington, Jefferson, Lincoln, and Theodore Roosevelt,” Siri responded.
“Wonder why he wants to go there?”
“I think it’s because there’s something special about the place for him. But I don’t know what it is.”
“How long until we get there?”
“Three hours and fifteen minutes according to my map. But he’s getting tired, according to iWatch.”
“His heart rate is slowing. He’s tiring after all the exertion from the day.” iWatch interrupted Siri and me.
“Looks like we’re stopping. My gas tank is reading 1/2 full.” I said.
Stan filled me up and had Siri dial a number. I heard him make a reservation at Heartland RV Park. About an hour later, we stopped there and spent the night. He plugged me in and filled up my water tank.
The following day, I saw the most incredible sight: Mount Rushmore. We spent a few hours there. Siri showed me all the pictures of what she saw. They were incredible.
Siri showed me this image.
“How many people were there?” I asked Siri.
“Looked like thousands and most were wearing masks like Stan,” Siri replied.
“Why?”
“I keep seeing NEWS releases of a respiratory virus named COVID-19. It’s killed 165,000 in the United States, and the CDC recommends wearing a mask.”
“Sounds like it’s dangerous.”
“It is and I hope Stan can stay safe. He must wash his hands whenever he goes in and out somewhere.”
“I’ll ensure I keep him in hot water,” Suburban said.
“That will help,” Siri replied.
“Let’s all do our part to help him be safe and enjoy his trip.”
We left Mount Rushmore and headed for the Crazy Horse Memorial in Custer, SD. From miles away, I could see the granite carvings of a horse and a man. The closer we got, the better the view.
View through my windshield.
“Who was Crazy Horse?” I asked.
“He was a Sioux War Chief who contributed directly to General Custer’s defeat at the Battle of Little Big Horn because of his delay of General Crook at the Battle of Rosebud Creek.”
“Wow!”
We spent about an hour here, and then we were off again.
“Where are we going, Siri?”
“Looks like a place called Devil’s Tower.”
“Sounds kinda scary.”
“Well, it was scary in a movie called Close Encounters of the Third Kind.”
“How long until we get there?”
“Two hours.”
We passed a sign with a horse and a cowboy that read, “Welcome to Wyoming.” After another hour, I could see a round spire rising out of the landscape in the distance.
My Devil’s Tower View
“Is that Devil’s Tower?” I asked.
“Yes, it is.” Siri replied.
“It looks so small.”
“Well, we are still 20 miles away from it. You will be surprised how tall it is when we get closer to it.”
I was. It was huge. We spent about an hour here. I watched Stan walk up the trail and after a while he returned. He pulled out his National Park book and added several more stamps from the day. The KOA at Devil’s Tower was full, so we kept going. We stopped in Gillette, Wyoming, at the High Plains Campground.
I was plugged in, and Jensen came on for a little while. Stan used the stove and oven to cook himself a steak and french fries.
We left Gillette the following day, Sunday, August 23, and we drove to Cody, Wyoming where Stan set me up like we were going to be staying a while. He plugged me in and connected the water, sewer, and a wire for Jensen.
Little did I know that this was just the end of the first week of a twelve-week adventure. The Ponderosa Campground was my resting place for the week. Stan hardly left me because he was either on the phone or on Apple.
MacBook helping Stan do his job
“Apple, what is Stan doing?” I asked.
“I’m MacBook Pro, not Apple. And he’s doing complex calculations and programming to keep fuel in your tank and keep seeing all those beautiful sights he just mentioned to his manager.” MacBook replied.
I was thrilled to be on this adventure with my owner and new friends, MacBook and Siri, and my old friends, Onie, Acie, Suburban, Fridge, Stove, and Oven. They would make this trip memorable and enjoyable in so many ways.
The week of the Fourth of July marked a turning point in the journey as we set our sights on the return trip. Heading towards Idaho, I embarked on a two-week visit with Jeff Roper in Idaho Falls. The Idaho Falls Luxury RV Park offered a haven, and together, Jeff and I embarked on a fishing expedition on the Henry’s Fork.
The guide’s expertise put us on the fish, but nature had a surprise. An audacious osprey made my fishing experience more enjoyable by snatching one of my prized catches right off my line. The unexpected encounter added a touch of wild beauty to the Idaho waters.
Hanging with Richard and Charlene
Leaving Idaho Falls, the road unfolded its chapters with a promise of more stories. In Island Park, Idaho, I had the pleasure of meeting Charlene and Richard Guidry and their 2019 Tiffin Allegro Red 37PA. A week exploring Yellowstone National Park set the stage for a journey that would unfold into the heart of Wyoming.
A day on Yellowstone Lake with our Yellowstone National Park Guide, Lindsey, became a highlight as Charlene, Richard, and I fished for lake trout and cutthroat trout. Trolling spoons deep in the crystal-clear waters brought forth a bountiful catch, creating memories that shimmered like the ripples on the lake.
Cody, Wyoming, became a familiar stop once again, where Charlene, Richard, and I, along with our motorhomes, hung out for a week and enjoyed one more day of fishing on Lake Yellowstone.
FMCA Rally in Gillette, Wyoming
Our motorhome convoy continued to Gillette, Wyoming, for the grand finale of Summer RV Tour 2023 – the 107th International Convention of the Family Motorcoach Association. Taking RV Basics classes, we discovered more tips and tricks for maintaining our cherished motorhomes. The week became a blend of camaraderie, shared experiences, and the inevitable required upkeep of our beloved RVs. As always, new friends quickly became old friends, and old friends became family. All too quickly, one of the best weeks of the year came to an end.
The Journey Home to Kick Back
Thursday, August 31, marked a bittersweet moment as I bid Richard and Charlene adieu at the Rapid City / Black Hills KOA Holiday. The open road stretched before me, a 1,556-mile journey to the final destination – the Kick Back Ranch & Event Center in Ramer, AL. The miles ahead promised reflections, lessons learned, and the echo of laughter shared with newfound friends.
The journey reached its poignant final destination on Sunday, September 3, when Bertie Bea and I arrived at Kick Back Ranch & Event Center. Summer RV Tour 2023 and Brother Highway took me through 13 states and countless adventures with friends who’ve become family. Once again, the experience was worth the effort. Remember to follow your dreams and live life to the fullest.
Bertha, a 2015 Forest River Sunseeker 3200, provided me with two years of enjoyment on the road, and I sold her to a new owner to continue her journey. On March 31, 2023, I welcomed the newest member of the family – a 2016 Tiffin Allegro Open Road 34PA. A majestic road companion, that I have affectionately christened Bertie Bea. Bertie became my home away from home for my next journey along Brother Highway. We wove our way through the heart of America, seeing sights and visiting friends. When I first turned the key, Brother Highway beckoned, and Bertie Bea answered with a purr that promised countless adventures.
The Journey Begins
The journey unfolded from April 22, 2023, to September 3, 2023, carrying us through a tapestry of states – Missouri, Nebraska, Wyoming, Montana, Idaho, and Washington. Each state offered a unique chapter, a patchwork quilt of experiences stitched together by the hum of the road beneath us.
Nebraska saw me visit Tim Brewster and hang out for a week in Kearney, Nebraska. It was off the Cheyenne, where I visited the rodeo grounds of the Daddy of’em All, Cheyenne Frontier Days Rodeo. The week was spent preparing for the first epic stop of the trip, Alcova, Wyoming, and the chance to fish the epic Grey Reef section of the North Platte River.
The sun danced on the waters of the North Platte River, and the promise of a day filled with fishing adventures beckoned. Brian and Rowdy, my trusty companions, and I shared laughter, stories, and the thrill of reeling in catches against the scenic backdrop of the river. To learn how I earned my new handle, Mr. Botangles, check out my post about our epic day on the waters of the Grey Reef Section of the North Platte River – An Unforgettable Day on the North Platte with Rowdy and Brian.
Next on the map was Kaycee, Wyoming, the hometown of the legendary rodeo cowboy and musician, Chris Ledoux. Chris’ son Ned continues delivering the music that drives my passion for life on the road and living the western lifestyle. A visit with Larry Sandvick added a touch of rodeo flair to Bertie Bea. The bareback rigging coozies I picked up became cherished souvenirs, serving as a nod to the spirit of the West.
Cody, Wyoming, became a rendezvous with a couple of old friends, Sid McFarland, a rodeo clown from Prattville, Alabama, and Timber Tuckness from Meeteetse, Wyoming. Sid’s fiftieth year in the rodeo business infused the legendary Cody Night Rodeo with nostalgia, where he performed from Memorial Day through August 9. Sid’s professional antics kept the crowd in stitches, and his fire truck act left the crowd wanting more each night. For two weeks, we shared laughs, applause, and stories beneath the starlit Wyoming sky until the call of the road beckoned me to continue my journey along Brother Highway.
Melrose, Montana, and the Sportsman Lodging and RV Park introduced a new challenge – my first back-in parking spot for the 36-foot Bertie Bea. The skies threatened rain, adding an extra layer of complexity. A decision to leave early and camp at Indian Creek Campground in Deer Lodge, Montana, spared us the potential mud wrestling match.
Loon Lake, Washington, presented a humorous twist in our journey. The camping spot at Teri and Paul’s lake house was a challenge – a narrow driveway, a tight parking space, and the need for precise maneuvering. Describing the process of backing a colossal RV into a postage stamp spot became a tale of comedic trials, turning what could have been a stressful situation into an adventure punctuated by laughter.
Spending two weeks with Teri, Paul, and their son Grayson on Deer Lake brought a deeper connection. Fishing off their dock, exploring the scenic wonders of Central Washington, and sharing stories added warmth to the journey. The humor and camaraderie infused the journey with memories that would linger long after the road ahead unfolded.
Brother Highway called, and after spending the week of the fourth of July in Washington, I started the journey east towards Idaho.
The road beckoned me in the Summer of 2023 and the trip was one of not only seeing what was around the next bend but fishing pristine waters along with hanging with old friends and new. From Belmont, North Carolina to Loon Lake, Washington, Bertie Bea and Brother Highway kept me excited about what life will hold over the next hill or around the next curve. Follow your dreams and look for the next installment of Life on the Road during the Summer 2023 RV Tour.
As an avid nature enthusiast and a firm believer in the therapeutic power of the open road, embarking on an RV adventure through Yellowstone National Park has been a dream come true. The journey began with the selection of two remarkable campgrounds, Bridge Bay and Madison, both promising a perfect blend of tranquility and accessibility to the wonders of America’s first national park.
Stan, Rowdy, and Mike – 2021 Trip to Yellowstone National Park
Bridge Bay Campground: Lakeside Bliss
Our RV found its temporary home at Bridge Bay Campground, perched along the serene shores of Yellowstone Lake. The view from our campsite was nothing short of mesmerizing, with the sparkling waters of the lake stretching out before us along with the elk that routinely traverse the campground. The RV, with all its amenities, became our comfortable oasis amidst the wilderness.
Old Faithful – Yellowstone National Park
Guided by the call of exploration, we hopped into my trusty Chevrolet Equinox, ready to unravel the mysteries of Yellowstone. The first stop on our adventure was the legendary Old Faithful. The Equinox effortlessly navigated the winding roads, delivering us to the iconic geyser just in time for its majestic eruption. Watching Old Faithful shoot a column of steam and water into the sky was a humbling reminder of the untamed forces at play beneath the Earth’s surface.
Madison Campground: Forest Retreat
2021 with Bertha in the Madison Campground
Transitioning to Madison Campground felt like entering a secluded forest retreat. Our RV nestled amidst towering lodgepole pines, creating an intimate connection with nature. After a day filled with exploration, the RV became a haven of comfort, providing a perfect setting for sharing stories and savoring the moments.
Driving my Equinox from Madison, Mike, Rowdy, and I set our sights on the Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone. The car allowed us to effortlessly traverse the park, reaching the canyon’s edge to witness the majestic Yellowstone River carving its way through the rugged landscape. The Equinox became the ticket to the diverse landscapes and wildlife that make Yellowstone an ever-unfolding masterpiece.
Paint Pots and Beyond: RV Adventures Unveiled
The Paint Pots and Grand Prismatic Springs of Yellowstone National Park
Returning to the RV, we eagerly set out for the Paint Pots, a geothermal wonderland that painted the ground with vibrant hues. The RV served as our command center, allowing us to plan our exploration and immerse ourselves in the surreal landscapes that surrounded us.
To cap off our Yellowstone odyssey, we booked a guided fishing trip for cutthroats and lake trout in the pristine waters of Lake Yellowstone. Loading up the Equinox with fishing gear, we set out for a day of angling against the backdrop of the lake’s tranquil beauty—a perfect finale to our RV adventure.
In the end, camping in an RV at Bridge Bay and Madison Campgrounds was not just a vacation; it was a personal journey of discovery and connection with the wild. Yellowstone, with its geysers, canyons, paint pots, and serene lakes, became a canvas where memories were painted with each mile traveled and every site explored. As the RV rolled out of the park, the echoes of nature’s symphony lingered, leaving us with a profound appreciation for the beauty that our great outdoors hold.
In the heart of Wyoming, where the North Platte River weaves its serpentine path through the rugged landscape, adventure called to us like a siren’s song. With my good friend Rowdy and our seasoned guide Brian, we embarked on a fly fishing expedition down the Grey Reef section of the North Platte River. Little did we know that this journey would be etched into our memories, not just for the pristine rainbow trout we would catch, but for the unforgettable mishap that would unfold in true Hemingway fashion.
The Promise of the River
Our journey began at dawn as the sun cast its golden hues across the vast expanse of the Wyoming wilderness. The North Platte River, shrouded in mist, was a picture of serenity. Rowdy and I eagerly listened to Brian’s instructions, the river’s soft whispers guiding us into its secrets. The promise of a day filled with rainbow trout and tales spun from the river’s depths hung heavy in the air.
The Tumultuous Pursuit
The Grey Reef section of the North Platte was known for its feisty rainbow trout, and our pursuit of these elusive fish was an adventure in itself. As we floated downstream in our trusty drift boat, Brian’s eyes never left the water. Rowdy and I cast our lines with precision, letting the flies dance beneath the surface. The river became a silent observer of our dance, where man and fish engaged in a timeless battle.
In the true spirit of Hemingway, our pursuit was intense and unyielding. We felt the tug on our lines and the thrill of the fight as the rainbows tested our mettle. The river’s currents were our battleground, and every catch was a triumph over nature’s forces.
Release of another North Platte Rainbow by Brian
The Tangle of Fate
But in the midst of this epic struggle, fate had its own plans. As I cast my line with a fervor only rivaled by Ahab pursuing Moby Dick, disaster struck. The trolling motor, a vital instrument in our quest, caught the line, and the propeller was ensnared in a web of my own making. Brian, the stoic guide, tried to assist, but his efforts only led to further entanglement.
We found ourselves in a comical tableau, three men grappling with a trolling motor, a propeller, and a mess of tippet and flies wrapped unmercifully. In true Hemingway fashion, this mishap became a metaphor for the chaos of life and the unpredictability of the wilderness.
Laughter Amidst the Chaos
Instead of frustration, we found ourselves overcome with laughter. Our guide, Brian, a man of few words, couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. Rowdy, with his trademark irreverence, made light of my predicament. In the midst of our tangled mess, we discovered the camaraderie that comes from shared misadventures.
At that moment, the North Platte River, the fish, and the tangled mess of equipment faded into the background. We were three friends, bound by the chaos of the moment and the shared laughter that echoed through the canyon walls. It was a reminder that the best stories are often born from the most unexpected circumstances.
The Redemption of the River
After what felt like an eternity, we finally freed the trolling motor, disentangled ourselves, and got back to the business of fishing. The river, seemingly amused by our antics, rewarded our persistence with a flurry of rainbow trout. Each catch or miss was a testament to our tenacity and the resilience of the human spirit.
As the sun began its descent over the Wyoming landscape, we returned to the landing, tired but triumphant. The North Platte River had tested us, tangled us both literally and figuratively in its mysteries, and ultimately rewarded us with its treasures.
Conclusion
In the spirit of Ernest Hemingway, our day on the North Platte River was a reminder that true adventure lies not just in the pursuit of fish but in the unpredictable twists of fate that shape our journey. It was a day of laughter, camaraderie, and, yes, several epic tangles that tested our mettle.
As we drove away from the Grey Reef section of the North Platte River, the sun setting behind us, I couldn’t help but smile. Our adventure had all the elements of a Hemingway story – the pursuit, the mishap, and the enduring friendship forged on the water. It was a day that would be etched in our memories, a tale to be told any time we gathered for years to come.
The road and I have been like brothers From all the miles and time we’ve spent together Yeah, we’ve seen it all We both seen changes in our time Busted dreams and detour signs We keep rolling on
“Brother Highway” by Ned Ledoux
Since the day I was born, I have been traveling the highways and backroads of the United States with my parents or as a solo traveler. I don’t know why the road has such a hold on me, but I know that it’s my happy place.
The roads that appeal the most to me are the long, straight two-lane roads that have hills or mountains in the distance, or roads that end in Small Town America where neighbors still help neighbors. My travels take me to small towns and big cities which have broadened my horizons to see the differences in the American experience which include food offerings, mores, and the cultural differences.
Enjoy these images from the 2022 RV Adventure:
Kick Back Ranch & Event Center
Poche’s RV & Fish Camp
Kemah, TX
I know that I have been blessed to be able to see the many facets of the United States of America during my RV road trip of the past almost two years. The views are breathtaking and the people I’ve met give me confidence that, as a nation, we are not as divided as the media might lead you to believe.
I had been trying to plan a fly fishing trip with Capt. Kevin Merritt since we’d reconnected back in the early summer of 2021 while recuperating from my fall in Fredericksburg, TX. This pre-Christmas trip was the perfect chance to do just that.
It had been twenty years since I’d been fishing with Capt. Kevin Merritt, but we picked up right where we left off back in 1998 when he guided me fishing in the Florida Keys for tarpon, snook, and other saltwater species. On this trip, we were after trout and it was also an opportunity to test all of the recent upgrades to Bertha before I embark on the Winter 2022 RV Tour on December 30.
We left Barker’s Boat and RV Storage at 7:00 AM on Thursday, December 23 for the four hour drive to Cherokee. The drive would give me the opportunity to test the new Kenwood Dash Cam and the RVI Command Center which provide tire pressures for Bertha and Rosie. I had also installed a towed battery charger on Rosie to keep her battery charged. During the 2021 Summer RV Adventure, Rosie’s battery would die after four hours of towing and would need to be jump started. This new addition would prevent the discharge and allow me to use Rosie immediately without the need to worry if the jumpstart battery could get her started. The RVI Command Center also provided charge information during the drive. The upgrade to the RVI Command Center keeps all my RV drive time information in one place.
We arrived about two hours early at the Cherokee/Great Smoky Mountains KOA and weren’t allowed to check-in early. But, they accommodated us by parking us in their check-in line and allowing us to leave Bertha there while we went fishing. The first stop was River’s Edge Outfitters to get the lay of the land and purchase our tribal waters trophy and regular fishing licenses. With fishing licenses in hand, we headed back up Big Cove Road towards the KOA and found some likely waters about a mile up the road. Kevin rigged us with an indicator ahead of a weighted nymph and a midge dropper. The length of the entire tippet was almost twelve feet which made for interesting casting with a seven and a half foot four-weight fly rod. I looked like I was doing hand-to-hand combat; whereas, Kevin being the professional he is, made it look like poetry in motion. It only took me three hours to get the hang of it.
Rainbow Trout from the Raven’s Fork – Cherokee, North Carolina
At two o’clock, we checked back in at the KOA and were able to move to our site and set up. Once set up, we walked across the campground road to the Raven’s Fork Creek and set up for some more fishing. We were now fishing in keeper waters. About ten to fifteen casts into our fishing, I hooked a nice rainbow and brought it to hand. A couple more hours of fishing netted a few more fish, but we didn’t keep any of them.
My wading stability is not what I need it to be, and twice I went to my knees in the very cold stream. I’m thinking I need a wading staff to help with walking on the uneven and slick river bottoms because the fly-fishing bug has definitely bitten me.
As the sun started going, thoughts turned to supper, and we decided to head into town and pick up a couple steaks and potatoes for dinner. With dinner cooked, we sat down to enjoy a couple jiggers of High West’s Rendezvous Rye with the meal. All in all, a perfect day fishing in the mountains.
Overnight the temperatures plunged to 24 degrees and the city water hose and filter froze and left us without water for a period of time. I was washing my hands when the water went from good pressure to nothing; so, I went outside and noticed that everything was frozen. I turned off the city water, and made sure once back inside the motorhome that we could use the fresh water from the water tank. All was perfect when I turned on the water pump. We had running water again. I’d missed the weather report where it said it was going to be that cold. The last one I looked at had shown 34 degrees for the low. In the future, the only question left in my mind is whether I need to purchase a heated hose or just fill the water tank until temperatures rise.
Once the sun came up and it warmed up a little, we went back to fishing before the 11 AM checkout time. We missed a couple of really nice fish, but all too soon, we had to check out and head back to Belmont for Christmas Eve festivities.
There are already plans in the works to do this again in the spring after I return from my Winter 2022 RV Adventure. I can’t wait to do more fly-fishing in the North Carolina mountains or wherever the opportunity presents itself to wet a line.
Mr. Botangles Returns: Birthday Trout & Tangles in Alcova, WY
byStan Cromlish
In this episode of Wandering Gypsy RV Life, host Stan Cromlish takes us back to the tiny Wyoming town of Alcova—where the trout are legendary, the rivers are crystal clear, and the town sign proudly declares, “It’s a Dam Site!”
As Stan gears up for his epic 55th birthday trip at the end of May, he reflects on last year’s unforgettable float down the North Platte River with fishing buddy Rowdy and local guide Brian. From tangling every possible line on the boat (earning the nickname Mr. Botangles) to landing slab-sized rainbows in the Grey Reef section, this trip was packed with laughs, lessons, and lots of midges.
This year, the same crew reunites—with Bertie Bea parked at The Reef Fly Shop, Cottages, and RV as home base—for another shot at Wyoming trout, campfire stories, and untangling memories.
🎣 Want to know what makes Alcova a hidden gem for fly fishing and RV life? Tune in for river stories, small-town charm, and a sneak peek at what’s to come this birthday week.
