It’s been nearly six weeks since our family embarked on a road trip across the United States with our stuffed 2001 Chevy Tahoe pointed northeast. Originating from our home in Northern California’s wine country, we set out to traverse our country in two weeks time via a northern route. If you’ve been following along, you know that this isn’t just a vacation. My husband is continuing to work remotely and I am managing our Airbnb rental from afar (with lots of help from my mom). That said, we’ve already realized that some places we visit will be truncated due to those restraints. We’ve paused intentionally at specific map points but also left some days open-ended to match exploration with our energy levels and availability.
We’re parked in New England for a bit, but we’ve been talking about the places we’d like to revisit. Montana could fill weeks on end. Our time along the Mississippi River was magical with bald eagles flying overhead and days spent on the water with our friends. There are also places that we know we don’t need to see again and that’s a-okay with us. I’m detailing some of our favorite spots below. Pausing to reflect on what we’ve already experienced has been quite a balm to my travel-weary soul and is giving me the energy to carry on.
Yellowstone National Park and Montana
The town of West Yellowstone welcomed us with a cold rainstorm and threats of snow in mid-June! We spent the prior two days making the drive across California, Nevada and Idaho so arriving in Montana felt like we were finally making some progress. Upon entering the park, we immediately spotted a bison grazing by a creek. More bison peppered the landscape as we drove along and we marveled at both their size and link to our country’s past. Pushing further into the park we stopped to see mud pots bubbling over and were surprised by an elk cow just inches from our car as we turned a corner. Wildness was around every bend from the full Yellowstone River, raging at every turn, to the bountiful wildlife. Old Faithful was a must for us and we sat (impatiently) waiting for it to erupt with the hundreds of others gathering as it’s time to eruption ticked closer. Moving on from the geysers big show, we intended to drive through the parks wilder northern range before exiting out of the Roosevelt gate. Construction and storms changed our course and we went out the way we came and soldiered on through Bozeman toward Billings. The storm was pretty intense at times during our drive making it difficult to orient, but what a sight for these 10 California eyes.
While we had some adversity in Billings (our rooftop carrier was robbed), the two nights we spent there were warmed by an old friend. He hung out with us at our hotel’s happy hour and played basketball with our sons. Neils caught up on work while the boys and I checked out a local park. We didn’t scratch too much of the surface of Montana but were awed by beautiful vistas and wildlife literally everywhere. We will definitely be back for more.
Crazy Horse Memorial and South Dakota
South Dakota is one of those places that I probably won’t revisit, but that’s not to say I didn’t enjoy our time there. The Crazy Horse Memorial alone was worth the visit and the perseverance of the Ziolkowski family is truly impressive. Honestly, it wowed us more than Mount Rushmore, which is a short drive away.
Next up was the Laura Ingalls Wilder Museum in De Smet, SD, though it took us a full day to get across the state to it. Who knew South Dakota was that big? (Sidebar: they also have a wine region!) The Ingalls home site in De Smet was a must for me as I recently re-read the Little House books and Wilder’s fully annotated Pioneer Girl autobiography. Since no one else in the family was too excited about the tour, we skipped it and self-guided ourselves around the small town. With two days in South Dakota, we were eager to move on to our next stop.
Minnesota
Welcoming us with warm hugs and cold beer, our friends in Wabasha, MN made our time at their home on the Mississippi River a highlight of our trip. They immediately pointed out a bald eagles giant nest in the high trees above their cabin. As if on cue, three juvenile heads popped out. Being my first eagle sighting, I was truly impressed. After relaxing for a bit, we loaded onto their pontoon boat for the “drive” to town for dinner. What a delightful way to travel!
The next day their grandkids arrived and were instant besties with our three. How sweet are childhood friendships? These kids have met only a couple of times in their lives, but their rekindling was instantaneous. A day of football throwing, fishing, water-balloon throwing and tubing wore us out! Tubing along the Mississippi was just so much fun. Boy antics ensued and we lost Patrick off the tube on the ride back to the cabin. No words of caution can compare with real life experience and subsequent lessons. Patrick is still talking about how he “fell into the river”, so hopefully this lesson sticks with him.
We said our goodbyes after two nights on the Mississippi with plans to return. It felt so reminiscent of the summers of my youth on Cedar Creek Lake in North Texas. Reconnecting with the joy of never-ending days on the water made me want to repeat this experience for our sons.
Niagara Falls
On we marched through the Midwest and into the East following thunderstorms much of the way. The morning we arrived in Niagara Falls was muggy and overcast, but we somehow avoided the rain. After making the 20 minute drive to the Falls we were delighted to learn that we’d be able to board the second Maid of the Mist boat out that morning and thus avoid waiting and big crowds.
Admission time: I did not plan to include the boat ride as a part of our Niagara experience. In fact, I have some deep-seated fears of waterfalls tracing back to childhood. But, a sweet gesture from my dad motivated me to board the Maid and experience the falls up close. And you know what – I actually enjoyed it! Our poncho-clad family were among the first to board so we scored a prime spot on the bow and planted our feet as firmly as we could to keep our place – it’s rough out there in tourist land. After a thorough drenching, we took the elevator back up to the vista and had a bit of an interesting experience while waiting in line. A group from India eagerly asked if they could be photographed with our family. We were unsure why they wanted a picture with complete strangers, and during the confusion of it all we mumbled okay. Afterward, the kids asked why they wanted a picture of us and I in turn asked if it made them uncomfortable. Two out of three admitted that yes, it did. After thinking on it for a minute, I told them that we probably looked pretty foreign to these travelers with our light skin, hair and eyes and they wanted to capture an image of us. I added that if something like that ever made them uncomfortable they could absolutely decline. Learning experience of the day – check!
Family Time
The initial portion of our road trip ceased that day as we arrived at the Western Massachusetts home of Neils’ sister, brother-in-law and our three neices. The three days we spent swimming, eating casual dinners and giving endless cousin piggyback rides were joyful. And hot. A heat wave hit as we were departing and wowee, is the humidity a beast! A 95 degree day at home is no walk in the park, but it is still bearable to be outdoors. A 95 degree day + humidity calls for sitting in an air conditioned room or pool time. Thank goodness we had access to both! Soon enough we’d realize that AC is a must if we’re staying in inland New England. Next up would be a Vermont housing debacle, but I’ll leave that for my next post.
It’s now the end of July and we’re satying in a Hampton, NH beach condo for the week, alternating beach days with rain days. One thing we’ve learned to appreciate is the post-rain clear days when there is virtually no humidity and beautiful blue skies. And Starbucks iced coffee + extra soy milk.
Until next time, friends.