There are places in this world that don’t just ask you to visit—they call you. Whispering through the wind, tugging on your soul, and promising something real, something grounded. For me, that place has always been the High Plains and Rocky Mountains.
Growing up, my Grandma Juanita always had a Louis L’Amour novel within reach. When she finished, she’d hand it off to me, and I’d dive in headfirst. I devoured every one, following the Sacketts across the rugged terrain of the Old West, learning what it meant to be a cowboy: strong, loyal, and full of grit. Those stories didn’t just entertain me—they shaped me.
That spark turned into something real in the summer of 1992, when I worked on a ranch nestled in the rough-and-tumble beauty of Eastern Montana. The badland breaks, the sweeping high plains, the wind that never stops moving—it was like living in the pages of those old novels. I felt alive out there. And I’ve never stopped chasing that feeling.
Travel has always been part of my life’s rhythm. These days, I do it full-time with Bertie Bea, my Tiffin Allegro, and Rosie rolling along behind. Whether I’m on I-70, I-80, or I-90, I find myself pulled west, drawn to places where time feels like it slows down—where the land hasn’t changed much since the Old West days, even if it’s now crisscrossed with interstates.
And then there’s that song.
John Denver’s “Rocky Mountain High” captured a feeling I didn’t know how to explain until I heard it:
He was born in the summer of his 27th year Coming home to a place he’d never been before He left yesterday. Behind him, You might say he was born again. You might say he found the key for every door.
John Denver – Rocky Mountain High (1972)
That line hits me every single time. The first time I saw the Rockies—sometime in the 1980s, flying into Denver with my folks—I felt it deep in my bones. Like I’d found something I didn’t even know I was missing.
And now? Whenever I need to hit reset… I go back.
The Rockies and High Plains aren’t just beautiful—they’re healing. They’re my refuge. The fishing doesn’t hurt either. Standing in a cold mountain stream, casting a fly line as the sun rises over snow-dusted peaks? That’s not just a hobby. That’s church.
Since 2020, I’ve been chasing that peace full-time. First with Bessie, then Bertha, and now with Bertie Bea. Every year, I find a reason—any reason—to head west. And every time, I find myself feeling a little more whole.
These places aren’t just on the map. They’re etched into my story. And as long as I’ve got wheels under me and a sky above me, I’ll keep answering their call.
Life on the road is full of beauty, adventure… and sometimes, bugs. No matter how careful I am with screens and doors, those sneaky gnats and flies always seem to find a way into Bertie Bea. But recently, I found a solution that’s as quiet as the mountain mornings and as reliable as Rosie on a backroad: the Zevo Flying Insect Trap.
This little device uses UV light to attract flying pests—like gnats, flies, and mosquitoes—and then traps them without a zap, a smell, or any chemicals. It’s clean, quiet, and perfect for RV life, especially if you’re like me and enjoy your cowboy coffee without swatting every few seconds.
There are two versions I use, depending on the space:
🧲 Zevo Flying Insect Trap (Plug-In): Perfect for the kitchen or bathroom. Just plug it in and let it do its thing. Check it out here →
🧲 Zevo Max Countertop Trap: Great for open living areas in the RV. Set it on the table and forget it. Shop the Max here →
Since using Zevo, I’ve noticed a huge difference—no more bugs dive-bombing my dinner or buzzing around the lights. It’s one of those little RV upgrades that makes a big difference.
If you’re full-timing, weekending, or just tired of flying freeloaders, do yourself a favor and give Zevo a try. It’s Wandering Gypsy RV life approved by yours truly.
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.
👉 Want to see the full setup in action? Check out the companion video on YouTube and follow along on Instagram and Facebook @WanderingGypsyRVLife.
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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Fellow wanderers, staying connected on the road isn’t just about convenience—it’s essential. Whether working remotely, streaming your favorite shows, or keeping in touch with loved ones, reliable internet is necessary for full-time RV life.
We use a dual-internet strategy to ensure a strong and stable connection: Starlink satellite internet with the Starlink HP Dish and cellular internet from T-Mobile and Verizon via a Pepwave Max BR-1 Pro 5G dual-SIM router. This combination keeps us online no matter where the road takes us.
The Problem with Campground WiFi
Many campgrounds advertise free WiFi, but the reality is often disappointing. These networks are designed for basic browsing and struggle under heavy use, especially when dozens (or hundreds) of RVers are trying to stream, video call, or work remotely.
Relying on campground WiFi alone isn’t viable for those needing fast, stable internet.
Our Dual Internet Strategy
To bypass unreliable campground connections, we use two primary sources of internet:
1. Starlink with the Starlink HP Dish
Starlink, SpaceX’s satellite internet service, has been a game-changer for RVers. We had Elkhart Satellite Systems permanently install the Starlink HP Dish on Bertie Bea during the FRVA International Convention (March 2024), allowing us to stay connected even in remote areas where cell signals are weak or nonexistent.
With speeds up to 200 Mbps download and 30 Mbps upload, Starlink provides a reliable connection for video calls, streaming, and remote work, without the buffering and lag common with campground WiFi. Plus, it comes with unlimited data, so there’s no need to worry about usage caps.
2. Cellular Internet via T-Mobile and Verizon
When satellite internet isn’t ideal, such as during storms or in heavily wooded areas, we switch to cellular internet.
We use TechnoRV’s InternetOnTheGo with T-Mobile and Verizon, two of the top networks for nationwide coverage, managed through a pre-configured Pepwave Max BR-1 Pro 5G dual-SIM router.
This router allows us to:
✔ Seamlessly switch between carriers based on signal strength ✔ Maintain connectivity even when moving between urban and rural areas
This flexibility ensures we always have a reliable internet source, no matter where we roam.
Comparing Internet Options
Option
Pros
Cons
Campground WiFi
Free, easy to access
Slow, unreliable, not ideal for streaming or work
Starlink
High-speed, unlimited data, works in remote areas
Higher upfront & monthly costs, needs a clear sky view
Cellular Internet (T-Mobile & Verizon)
Fast, flexible, works in cities & rural areas
Data limits and signal strength vary by location and provider
Essential Equipment for Reliable RV Internet
To maximize connectivity, investing in the right equipment is key:
1. Starlink HP Dish
Provides high-speed internet anywhere with a clear sky view
Permanently mounted on Bertie Bea for convenience
2. Pepwave Max BR-1 Pro 5G Router
Supports dual-SIM capability for seamless switching between networks
Can switch between T-Mobile and Verizon signals for the best connection
3. External Antennas & Signal Boosters
Improve weak cellular signals in remote areas
Elkhart Satellite Systems installed a cellular booster on Bertie Bea at the FRVA International Convention (March 2025), which will definitely help during our 2025 trip to Colorado and Wyoming.
4. Mounting & Power Accessories
Proper mounting ensures a stable Starlink setup
Power inverters keep the internet running even off-grid
Choosing the Right Setup for Your RV Life
The best internet solution depends on your travel style, budget, and connectivity needs:
Frequent boondocker or full-time RVer? Starlink is worth the investment.
Do you mainly travel in areas with strong cellular coverage? A good mobile router with multiple carrier options may be enough.
Do you need a rock-solid connection at all times? A hybrid approach (Starlink + cellular) is the ultimate safety net.
Combining Starlink’s satellite internet with cellular connections, we’ve transformed Bertie Bea into a fully connected mobile office and entertainment hub. No matter where we park, we stay online, productive, and entertained.
Because after all, not all who wander are lost—but we love being connected!
Hey there, fellow Wanderers! Welcome back to The Wandering Gypsy RV Life. If you’ve been following along on Instagram and Facebook, you know that a few weeks ago, we discovered a pesky water leak in Bertie Bea’s bathroom. Well, I’m happy to report—it’s fixed! Let me explain exactly what we did to stop the leak and keep Bertie Bea dry and road-ready.
The Problem: A Pesky Leak in Bertie Bea
Water leaks in an RV can be a nightmare. Not only can they cause structural damage, but they can also lead to mold and other long-term issues if not addressed quickly. When I first noticed water seeping into Bertie Bea’s bathroom, I knew I had to act fast. After some investigation, I found that the leak was coming from the slide rail area—a common trouble spot for many RV owners.
The Solution: Building a Dam
To stop the water ingress, we needed a simple yet effective fix. Here’s what we did:
Rubber dam to block the water on the slide rail.
Identified the Leak Source – We checked the slide rail area and pinpointed where water was sneaking in.
Built a Barrier—We installed a rubber dam between Bertie Bea’s exterior and interior to blockfuture water entry.
Sealed & Tested—After installation, we ran a few tests to ensure thatwater no longer seeped inside. Success!
Now, Bertie Bea is dry and ready for more adventures—no more surprise puddles in the bathroom!
Lessons from the Road
RV life is full of challenges, but every problem is a learning opportunity. If you’re dealing with an RV water leak, here are a few quick tips:
✅ Act fast – The longer you wait, the worse the damage can get. ✅ Check common leak points – Slide rails, seals, and roof edges are the usual suspects. ✅ Use quality sealants – Investing in the right materials will save you time and money down the road. ✅ Test thoroughly – After a repair, always check for leaks before hitting the road again.
Life on the road isn’t always easy, but it’s always an adventure! Remember, not all who wander are lost. See you on the road!
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 entrance to the Boomtown Casino RV Park in beautiful Biloxi, Mississippi
Pulling into an RV park should be smooth, but making a tight turn with a large motorhome and tow car can quickly become challenging. In a recent experience with Bertie Bea and Rosie, I learned firsthand how easy it is to misjudge a turn.
After waiting for oncoming traffic to pass, I started my turn—but I turned too early. As a result, Bertie Bea’s rear wheels jumped the curb, and we came dangerously close to clipping a sign. It was a reminder that even experienced RVers must stay mindful of turn timing and surroundings.
Avoiding the Early Turn Trap
Large motorhomes don’t turn like standard vehicles. Their long wheelbase means that if you turn too soon, your rear wheels and tow vehicle may cut the corner too sharply. To avoid this:
• Pull forward more than you think before turning – It’s better to take the turn wide than to risk hopping the curb.
• Use your mirrors – Keep an eye on both your motorhome’s rear and your tow car to ensure they clear obstacles.
• Adjust as you go – Slow turns give you more control and allow for quick corrections.
Always Check Your Surroundings
Before committing to a turn, take a quick scan of the entrance:
• Are there curbs, poles, or signs nearby? As I learned, even a slight miscalculation can bring you too close to an obstacle.
• What’s the traffic situation? Vehicles behind you may not expect a wide swing, so be aware of your surroundings.
• How wide is the entrance? Some RV parks have tight clearances that require extra precision.
Lessons Learned
This experience with Bertie Bea and Rosie was a great reminder that even seasoned RVers can make simple mistakes. The key is to stay patient, take it slow, and double-check your turn radius before committing. Next time you’re pulling into a park, remember: wider is better than tighter, and patience beats curb damage every time.
Safe travels, and may your turns always be smooth!
The maiden voyage of Bertie Bea and Rosie using a Blue Ox Towbar and the RVI Toad Battery Charger
For many RVers, towing a vehicle, or “toad,” behind their motorhome is common. It offers convenience once you’ve parked your rig, allowing you to explore the surrounding area without moving the motorhome. However, keeping the toad’s battery charged while towing can be challenging, especially on long trips. That’s where the RVI Towed Battery Charger comes in as a game-changer.
Why the RVI Towed Battery Charger is Essential
When towing a car behind your motorhome, auxiliary braking systems, like those made by RVi, often draw power from the towed vehicle’s battery. Over time, this constant drain can deplete your car’s battery, leading to frustrating delays when you arrive at your destination and find your toad’s battery dead. The RVI Towed Battery Charger solves this problem by keeping the battery topped off while you drive, ensuring your toad is ready to go when you are.
This intelligent charger pulls power from the motorhome and feeds it to the toad’s battery. It’s efficient, simple to install, and protects against overcharging, making it a must-have for anyone towing a vehicle regularly. It eliminates the worry of arriving at your destination only to deal with a dead battery, allowing you to focus on enjoying your travels.
Don’t Forget the Connector Between the Motorhome and Towed Vehicle
The existing connector on my 2018 Chevrolet Equinox had corroded and was not configured correctly to power the RVI Toad Battery Charger, resulting in a consistently dead battery.
Another crucial element in the towing setup is the connector between your motorhome and the towed vehicle. This connector relays power, signals for lights, and sometimes braking data between the two vehicles. Without a secure connection, you risk losing critical functions like brake lights, turn signals, or the ability to charge the toad’s battery through the RVI charger.
During my drive up to Long Pond, PA, and the Penn Coachmen 2024 Rally, the battery in my 2018 Chevrolet Equinox died after three hours of being towed. I found that my ‘toad’ connector was not wired correctly and was not charging the battery enough using the RVI Towed Battery Charger. At the 2024 Penn Coachmen Rally, I got help rewiring a brand-new connector with the charge line in the correct place to the front of the Equinox and tested it. All my lights worked, and the battery charged.
On the drive back home, I did not have to worry about my car’s battery dying, and when I arrived at my evening campsite, Rosie started right up.
A word of advice: Before hitting the road, double-check the connector to ensure it’s securely plugged in. Inspect it for any wear, corrosion, or loose wires that could cause a disconnect while driving. Testing your lights and brake signals before departing is also a good idea to ensure everything functions properly.
A loose or damaged connector can affect the battery charging and create a safety hazard if your brake lights or turn signals fail to work. Make it part of your routine to inspect and secure the connection between your motorhome and toad before every journey.
Conclusion: Smooth Travels with RVI and a Secure Connector
Combining an RVI Towed Battery Charger and a reliable connector between your motorhome and toad vehicle ensures your travels are worry-free. The charger keeps your toad’s battery topped off, while an adequately maintained connector ensures that all systems work in sync. Together, they provide peace of mind, allowing you to enjoy the road ahead without unnecessary breakdowns or electrical issues.
Whether you’re headed out for a weekend getaway or an extended road trip, these small steps can make a big difference in keeping your towed vehicle and motorhome running smoothly.
In this special episode of Wandering Gypsy RV Life, Stan Cromlish opens up about the deep, personal pull he feels toward the High Plains and Rocky Mountains. From the dusty pages of Louis L’Amour novels passed down by his Grandma Juanita to real-life cowboy work in Eastern Montana, Stan shares the story of how the rugged West first captured his imagination—and never let go.
You’ll hear how John Denver’s lyrics struck a chord, how fly fishing in the Rockies brings him peace, and why the open skies of the West always seem to call him back. This one’s for the dreamers, the wanderers, and anyone who’s ever felt the tug of a place that feels like home—even if they’ve never been there before.
Whether you’re on the road, in your rig, or just dreaming of wide-open spaces, this episode will remind you of the freedom that comes with the journey.
🗺️ In This Episode, Stan Talks About:
His introduction to the American West through Louis L’Amour’s novels
Working on a Montana ranch in 1992 and falling in love with the high plains
The emotional power of Rocky Mountain High by John Denver
How the Rockies and plains offer more than views—solace, peace, and perspective
The magic of fly fishing in cold, clear Western waters
Why RV travel keeps bringing him back to the places that make him feel whole
💬 Quote from the Episode:
“Maybe the call of the West isn’t just about the scenery or solitude. Maybe it’s about remembering who you are—when no one’s watching and the land doesn’t care about your résumé, your status, or your schedule.”
