Jun 11, 2022 – Art and Nature Florida Style

Our travels began on June 11, five weeks past our original day of departure.
Our route through Florida included six campgrounds in 17 days. Campgrounds included COE Ortona South (B), Colt Creek State Park (C), Magnolia Park (D), Lake Louisa State Park (E), Silver Lake State Forest Campground (F) and Ho Hum RV Park (G).

According to our original plans, this day, June 11 would have ended week-5 of our 2022 travels and the final day at Cheyenne Mountain State Park in Colorado. Instead, we found ourselves on Chokoloskee Island preparing to hitch up on a steamy morning hungover from a hard rain. Drenched in sweat, I performed the regimen of disconnecting water, sewer and electric for the first time in seven months. Instead of the sparsely oxygenated dry air of the mountains, air heavy with water vapor filled my lungs. Just a tad nervous with being a bit travel rusty, I gave Vivian the AOK to back the truck into the exact spot where the open jaw of the hitch receives the king pin. And if we both did our jobs correctly, the powerful thick metal claws will lock the kingpin in place so that the 8000-lb truck may pull our 12,000-lb home.

A couple hours later, we began setting up at our first campground minutes before, and like clockwork a midafternoon storm over the interior of Florida engulfed us. Only 78 miles north of Chokoloskee, the Army Corp of Engineers Ortona South campground would serve as home for the next two nights. It felt like we had gone no further than the end of our block, but it was a decent start to a pared down travel itinerary.

Over the next couple weeks, we lingered – like the high price of diesel, like the heat and humidity. Lack of wifi and spotty cell signals kept the news of the world at arm’s length, which was fine because it seems lately the news is coming off like those dark clouds that form every afternoon and threaten us with storms. And more now than ever, current events feel like one gut punch after another.

Don’t abandon me yet because I am going to put all negativity aside and show you what it is that motivates us to travel. Not one moment goes by without Vivian and I feeling grateful to be doing what we are doing, more so now with the high cost of living. So with that, let me share with you the two things that bring us great joy on our travels – art and nature, Florida style.

Beginning with Colt Creek State Park and ending with Silver Lake Campground, 132 towing miles, 4 campgrounds and 11 days while experiencing day time temps above 90 degrees.

Following Ortona, we drove 159 miles north to Colt Creek State Park near Lakeland, one of our favorite campgrounds in Florida. With three nights, we dedicated one full day to simply staying within the park to do a little hiking in the early morning before the oppression of heat and humidity chased us back to our AC’ed home.

After a few nights near Apopka, we headed to another Florida State Park, Lake Louisa. Nestled between two small lakes, the campgrounds was quiet and moderately in use. Within a heavily populated area of Florida, this state park is a refuge among out-of-control development. A 3-mile road from the entrance gate to the campground winds through rolling wilderness of open pastures and pine forests. Similar to Colt Creek, the park’s land was once privately owned. Orange groves and a cattle ranch dominated the scenery back then.

Ten days since leaving Chokoloskee and less than 50 miles away from Lake Louisa State Park, we pulled into the Silver Lake Campground in the Withlacootchee State Forest. Since the beginning, the heat has been relentless and challenging to no end. It forced us into a rhythm of activity; that is to enjoy the beautiful wilderness areas we visited, hiking needed to begin by 7 am and finish well before lunch. Consequently, afternoons were spent mostly inside reading and writing. Having scored well shaded campsites, evenings invited us back outside to our ‘front patio’. And while at Silver Lake, diesel was conserved as the truck would not move until we hitched up again to head north 3 days later.

Between Lake Louisa State Park and Silver Lake Campground, we spent a few days in Apopka, at an Orange County Park by the name of Magnolia. Which meant we were going urban for awhile. But, we wanted to see Mt Dora, a charming little town known for its art festivals and antiques. Why is it called Mount Dora? At an elevation of 184′, it is Florida’s mountain town.

Although Mt Dora’s small town charm attracted us, what we really came to see was Bowie.

And last but not least, while staying at Colt Creek State Park, we spent the morning at the Florida Southern College campus taking a walking tour of its Frank Lloyd Wright designed campus.

When people think of Florida, what often comes to mind are sunshine, palm trees, beaches and Disney. But Florida is full of surprises and lots of art and nature. You just have to linger long enough to discover them.

I’ll leave you with this morning shot from our campsite on the Gulf of Mexico.

May 10, 2022 – The Unexpected is Reliable

Our travels that began in 2018 are about discovery and learning. And the thing we discovered quickly is you can count on the unexpected. We also learned that we can prepare for those unexpected events, but more importantly, we learned to keep all challenges in perspective. During our first year of RV travel, we met a woman at a campground whose husband had fallen seriously ill with a heart condition the previous year. He became sick on the road days after starting their full time RV lifestyle. They got as far as northern Florida and that is where we met her, at a campground close enough to where her husband could receive medical treatment. That was 2018.

Within the first five miles of our maiden voyage in 2018, the fifth wheel’s brakes had burned out and this piece of knowledge was unknown to us until the Grand Design rally in Indiana, 1600 miles later. Somehow, we got to Indiana safely thanks to a very powerful diesel engine truck. You can read all about that here.
That moment you realize you made the wrong turn. Of course we made the mistake of putting our trust in Google’s navigation, on our way to Lake Guntersville State Park in Alabama in 2018. Read all about that here.

By the time Vivian broke her ankle in northern Arkansas, we had been traveling for three months during the summer of 2019, our second year on the road. A few weeks after her break, we were back in northern Florida and as Vivian was out of commission, I had laundry duty. Which brought me to a campground laundry room where I met a man whose wife was physically debilitated. They too were fulltime RV traveling and had to stop in their tracks due to her sudden illness. Their last stop was now their permanent home.

Fortunately, many of the circumstances following Vivian’s bimalleolar break made the temporary inconveniences less painful. You can read all about that here.
Traveling in a 5th wheel has its unique challenges and each one is accentuated when one of you is unable to walk. A broken ankle didn’t keep us from traveling in 2019, it just made it more interesting. You can read all about that experience here.
Following the ankle break incident in northern Arkansas, we were on the road heading back home for a period of several weeks. When we finally arrived at the final campground 250 miles north of Chokoloskee, we discovered this – a broken hanger bracket. Read about that here.

Three’s a charm. So there we were at the end of our 2019 travels with a broken ankle and a broken hanger bracket (in case you don’t know, hanger brackets hold up the RV’s suspension) – what more can we pile on that? While we did manage to get a new hanger bracket welded onto the RV at our campsite, the job performed seemed dubious. Meanwhile, we had a slideout issue that needed to be addressed in a big way. We drove gingerly back to Chokoloskee for the winter and awaited the next year for major repairs in Indiana.

During our 2019 travels, this started happening. The tears in the vinyl floor don’t look like much but they were a sign of worse things that needed to be addressed.

Vivian recovered fully from her accident, so we came into 2020 ready to rumble. Prior to that, we had barely crossed the Mississippi River, so our plans for our third year included lots of western states and the Continental Divide. But then, along came COVID and that changed our travel itinerary drastically. And we had a slideout and suspension repair scheduled, which caused us to begin our travels by heading up to Indiana as carefully as possible.

Our 2019 travels ended knowing that we had two major repairs to deal with at the beginning of our 2020 travels. Consequently, we spent several weeks (longer than expected) in Indiana getting slide out repairs and suspension repair/upgrade before heading out west. Read about that here.
Behold, the entire suspension laid out on the floor at Lippert Service, Inc. The result, an upgraded and improved suspension to take us out west.

The repairs went well and our travels to the Great Plains commenced. A nail in the truck tire at a KOA campground in Topeka, Kansas was the rudest interruption to our travel itinerary (other than “closed to covid” signs). Our travels through the Great Plains was to end in the south, beginning with Arkansas, but that all changed.

More than anything, Vivian wanted to return to Arkansas to pick up where she left off. But then, along came Hurricane Laura. Risk of tornadoes and flooding forced us to leave Arkansas early & go north on short notice. Consequently, our unexpected detour brought us to Illinois & Indiana. Read about that here.

2021 was to be an epic travel year out west and would be our longest stint on the road. So much more defines that trip beyond the amazing places we visited – some good, some bad. We lost loved ones that year. This resulted in Vivian’s sister unexpectedly traveling two months with us out west. It was her dream to see the national parks and the mountains, but it came with the loss of her husband. And we learned to live and travel as three. All women no less!

Our dry campsite at Goblin Valley State Park, Utah with Vivian’s sister enjoying the shade. On the second day at about 4 pm, we somehow got a phone signal and made a reservation in nearby Torrey for the night. We made the last minute decision to leave this campsite with high winds blowing piles of sand into the RV and 90+ temperatures making matters worse.
There was a foreboding sense of urgency while visiting Glacier National Park that caused us to shorten the time on our easterly travels to Michigan. We arrived in Michigan’s lower peninsula two weeks earlier than planned to be with my mom.
But not before this happened! Along side the road and about 30 miles before crossing the Mackinac Bridge.
It was not all good times while in Michigan, but we had this view every morning at the campground, which luckily, accommodated us for an additional two weeks. Read more about it here.

Our RV travels have taught us much, about the United States & the people that live and travel in it, RV maintenance and troubleshooting, the good side and bad side of planning ahead, and mostly about our resilience. But of all the things we have learned, the one that sticks out most is that the unexpected is quite reliable. And we have had our share of unexpected events and changes.

IMPROVISE: You never know what you are in for at a campsite. A little ingenuity, a trip to Lowe’s for some old fashioned rain gutters and voila’, gravity is good to go.
MITIGATE: Leak avoidance is the name of the game in RV living. We replaced several soft hoses with sturdier pex hoses, like these running to and from the water heater.
NO FEAR: Be careful where you go poking your nose. Folding back a part of the plastic sheet that covers the underbelly of the RV reveals things you may not want to see, including the black tank valve.
LEARN: We recently discovered a steady leak in the water pump due to worn check valve and diaphragm. We had to wait a few days to get a new pump. Meanwhile, we had two choices, shut of our water or plug the city water hose that connects to the pump. We chose the latter. Now we have a new pump and a second one for back up.

Back home in Chokoloskee last year and after getting everything cleaned from an accumulation of travel dust and setting up for a long winter season on the island, I begin eagerly to plan our 2022 trip as I always do. In the world of RV traveling, you must plan, especially now that everyone and their grandmother has purchased an RV. Acquiring reservations in sought after locations was necessary in my mind. So much so that by the end of February 2022, we were booked solid from May 8 to October 17.

I’ve learned that reserving a coveted campsite way in advance is a “damned if you do, damned if you don’t” kind of thing some times. As you can see here, I reserved 2 nights within Custer State Park, not an easy thing to do. Unfortunately, I had to cancel it and lose the price of one night stay.

Oh, I had a great trip planned, elegantly designed by western mountains and midwestern trout streams & great lakes and bookended with southern and Appalachian culture and wilderness. Three National Parks, three National Lake Shores, four Great lakes, and at least four State Capitals were on our list of things to experience. There were no COVID restrictions to look forward to, all doors were open. AND – we could add four state stickers to our map.

A large part of our 2022 travels had to be scrapped. That included Oklahoma, Colorado, Wyoming & South Dakota.

“Plans are only good intentions…”. And then suddenly, circumstances caused us to change our 2022 travel plans. The insane price of diesel weighed us down as we approached our May departure date, so we made the executive decision to cut our trip in half and delay our departure by seven weeks. That cost us $178 in reservation cancellation fees.

Anticipating our maiden voyage in 2018, the excitement was palpable as I filled the truck’s tank. Ahhh, the good old days.

It had been three years since we stayed on Chokoloskee Island beyond the month of May. Anticipating seven more weeks, our moods faltered, and the sweltering heat and humidity of south Florida contributed generously to that. Unacclimated and unaccustomed to seeing all our snowbird neighbors leave one by one, we find ourselves at this moment nearly alone on our paradise island, struggling to put our gears back in neutral.

As they say on Chokoloskee Island “It is what it is”.

But you know what? We may be giving something up, but we’re not giving up that much. We may not hike the Rocky Mountains, but we’ll hike the Appalachians. We may not rack up four new states on our sticker map, but we’ll add one. We may not see a bison this year, but we will cross the Mississippi. We’ll spend quality time along the shores of four Great Lakes, visit four State Capitals and more interesting cities to boot, we’ll paddle, photograph and fish some beautiful waters and we’ll visit two National Parks and three National Lake Shores while we’re at it.

Our revised 2022 itinerary, which includes another slide repair in Indiana. Overall, not to shabby!

There are large swaths of territory that will remain stickerless on our U.S. map this year. One way or the other, we’ll eventually get to the Pacific coast, visit many more National Parks, and work our way up to Maine. And we’ll travel Canada and as my mother would say “God Willing and the Creek Don’t Rise”, north to Alaska. At least that’s the plan.

So with that, unexpected changes and events are reliable and very much a part of RV traveling. Vivian and I can deal with it and most importantly, we’ll count our blessings while we’re at it.

Stayed tuned as we take you on our next adventure that if all goes as planned will, among many things include visits to a couple river cities while heading north along the Mississippi, a Presidential Library, the driftless area of Wisconsin, the rugged north country along Lakes Superior, Huron and Michigan, the Appalachian Mountains and the New River Gorge, and more Florida State parks. And plenty of beautiful things to photograph and plenty of rivers, streams and lakes to fish and paddle on!

Meanwhile, we will enjoy our piece of heaven right here on Chokoloskee Island, despite the heat and humidity.

2021 Recap – RV Traveling Through New Mexico

For those RVers wishing to explore The Land of Enchantment, our itinerary may prove useful. This comes with a caveat and that is – there is so much more to New Mexico than what I have to offer here. Which is why we plan to come back and spend more time in the southwestern state that enchanted us from beginning to end.

This blog includes slideshows illustrating and describing places we visited. Please take the time to look at them and also check out many of the links provided. Additionally, I wrote four blogs during our stay in New Mexico, each one offering a historical perspective. You’ll find a link to each at the end of this blog, please check those out as well!

The entire route through New Mexico from Texas to Utah. B = Mt View RV Park in Van Horn, TX, C = Alamogordo KOA, D = Santa Fe KOA, E = Riana Campground (COE) near Abiquiu, F = Taos Valley RV Park in Taos, G = Albuquerque North KOA, H = Moore’s RV & Campground in Bloomington, I = Coral Sands RV Park in Bluff, UT.

Alamogordo KOA – 3 nights

On May 5 we entered New Mexico north of El Paso on Highway 54, 202 miles beginning at Mt View RV Park in Van Horn, Texas ending at Alamogordo’s KOA. For more rustic camping, Oliver Lee Memorial State Park (which came recommended) and Dog Canyon dispersed camping next to it, are about 17 miles south of Alamogordo. There is nothing to see in Alamogordo except the New Mexico Museum of Space History, but it’s location was convenient for White Sands National Park.

From the campground, the White Sands NP Visitor Center and entrance is 17 miles one way and right off highway 70. So easy and quick to get to, I came to White Sands three times to photograph during our short stay in Alamogordo. The satellite image shows the contrasting white sands desert with the adjacent desert prairie.

In addition to White Sands National Park, we recommend a visit to Three Rivers Petroglyph Site and Valley of Fire Recreation Area north of Alamogordo. The mountain towns of Cloudcroft and Ruidoso are also worth a visit.

A pleasant 152-mile loop (except for the heavy road construction in Ruidoso) drive with relatively sparse traffic. Both Three Rivers Petroglyph and Valley of Fires offer camping (BLM).

Santa Fe KOA – 4 nights

We left Alamogordo by way of Highway 54 to a small town called Vaughn. As we drove through it, I researched it to learn Vaughn was a railroad town complete with a Harvey House Hotel. Now, it is a known drug-smuggling route and patrolled by the county sheriff, New Mexico Rangers and State Police, Motor Transportation Police and Vaughn Police Dept. Probably much safer than it looked, Vaughn was a convenient diesel stop on our way to the Santa Fe KOA.

The highways on this 219-mile route to Santa Fe KOA were wide and well maintained. With a few stops along the way and decent cell phone signal, it never seemed too desolate. This route was at least 50 miles less than the alternatives which included I-25 through Albuquerque.

Four nights in Santa Fe gave us time to explore the area, including Pecos National Historic Park (highly recommended) hiking the Galisteo Basin Preserve, and walking downtown Santa Fe where we visited the Loretto Chapel and its ‘miraculous’ staircase and the New Mexico History Museum. Unfortunately, I did not acquire the necessary tickets in time for the Georgia O’Keeffe Museum which would have been the highlight of Santa Fe for us.

Red circle indicates the area of Galisteo Basin Preserve where we hiked. Pecos National Historical Park was only 18 miles east of the campground and Santa Fe only 14 miles away. The red X marks where we originally intended to camp, at Cochiti Lake (COE). Due to Covid, the Cochiti Pueblo, including Cochiti Lake was closed to the public.

Riana Campground – 4 nights

After Santa Fe, we drove 70 miles north to an Army Corp of Engineers campground called Riana, located on the Abiquiu Reservoir. This was the only campground in our New Mexico itinerary where we wanted to spend quality time. Unfortunately, the water levels were so low that Vivian had to forego her kayak fishing plans.

An easy going and relatively short route with plenty of stopover options.

Four nights at Riana gave us only three days to explore the area and explore we did. We wanted to see the following (distances are one-way from Riana):

Ghost Ranch – 8 miles. Purchasing a day pass for $10 allows you to hike the beautiful grounds where O’Keeffe painted many of her desert scenes and visit the museum. The entrance is conveniently located on Highway 84.

White Place (Plaza Blanca) – 10 miles. On private property, permission can be given to go in a hike this wonderous landscape where O’Keeffee created her ‘White Place’ paintings. The entrance is on the outskirts of Abiquiu.

Georgia O’Keeffe Home and Studio Museum in Abiquiu (unfortunately closed at the time due to Covid).

Bandelier National Monument – 59 miles. You cannot miss this, cliff-dwellings and petroglyphs in the beautiful Frijoles Creek Canyon.

Manhattan Project National Historic Park in Los Alamos – 48 miles. We visited Los Alamos after spending the morning in Bandelier National Monument.

The blue X indicates the Ghost Ranch, the white X indicates Plaza Blanca. Both locations were within a 10-mile radius of Riana and the tiny town of Abiquiu where Georgia O’Keefe worked and lived.

Taos Valley RV Park – 3 nights

Another short distance of towing, 67 miles brought us to the Taos Valley RV Park. With only 3 nights and one and half days of non-stop rain, we had little time to walk downtown Taos (Taos Pueblo was closed due to Covid) and drive over to the Rio Grande River Gorge.

Nothing remarkable about this drive. But, my best memory of New Mexico roads is a positive one.
If you stay in Taos, you must see the Rio Grande Gorge Bridge, it is a work of wonder.

Moore’s RV Park and Campground – 7 nights

Our final stop in New Mexico before entering Utah was Moore’s RV Park and Campground in Bloomington. From Taos, we stopped over at the Albuquerque North/Bernalillo KOA for one night before heading north on Highway 550.

114 miles between Taos Valley RV Park and Albuquerque North/Bernalillo KOA. The KOA is located next to I-25, an easy on and off, but surprisingly quiet. And there is another very good reason to stay here, see picture below.
Only a few dozen yards from our RV site at Albuquerque North KOA was this inviting doorway to the Kaktus Brewing Company where a variety of beers and excellent pizza awaited us.
154 miles in total, about 150 of those on Highway 550. Wide lanes, wide shoulders, plenty of opportunities to pull off and take a break. We gassed up at the Apache Nugget Travel Center, about half way.

Bloomington would be our home for one week, but we spent very little time there as we had many places to visit and explore including the following (miles are one way from campground):

San Juan River near Navajo Lake State Park – 25 miles

Mesa Verde National Park – 80 miles

Aztec Ruins National Monument – 10 miles

Chaco Culture National Historical Park – 62 miles

The Lybrook Badlands and Black Place – 52 miles.

We hired Navajo Tours USA to take us into the Lybrook badlands one afternoon and glad we did. The badland areas, including the Bisti/De-Na-Zin Wilderness area are accessible on public lands but a 4-wheel drive, navigational knowledge of the area and attention to weather (roads becoming impassable due to rain) are essential if you really want to get in there and see it. For a shorter version, the Bisti wilderness can be easily accessed from a parking area not far from Highway 371 and an easy hike in allows you to see the badlands up close.

Last but not least, check out my previous blogs for a little history and perspectives on New Mexico:

Fire and Sand, May 5, 2021

Gateway to the Southwest, May 8, 2021

O’Keeffe’s Faraway Place, May 12, 2021

Our Visit to North New Mexico was Ruined, May 20, 2021

Dec 17, 2021- The Best of the Best

Our route while towing the RV, a total of 8626 miles.

To summarize our 2021 travels – we pulled out of Chokoloskee on April 9 and returned on Nov 11 with an additional 17,319 miles, 8626 of which were towing miles. Traveling spanned over 216 nights, 48 locations, 16 states, and 8 new states meeting our sticker map criterion which is at least one night in the RV. We visited 10 national parks and stayed in 7 state parks (representing 4 states) and spent 41 nights in 8 Army Corp of Engineers campgrounds across 6 states. We boondocked a total of 4 nights (3 Harvest Hosts) and enjoyed full hook up 76% of the time.

As we near the end of another year, it is only fitting to reminisce on our travels. And because I am a blogger, I will share my reminiscing with you! But wait, don’t leave yet because what I will do is boil our travels down to some highlights, provide you information on specific regions (routes, campgrounds, places of interest), and perhaps add some useful tips, especially for those who are current or future RV travelers.

I begin my reminiscing with a top ten campground list from 2021. Chosen out of 45 campgrounds, these 10 stand out because of one simple criterion – we would be contentedly happy at this campground for an extended period because of its abundant natural space (land or water) that can be explored, irrespective of its amenities.

However, this list comes with a BIG DISCLAIMER – rating is not based on amenities such as wifi, phone signal, antennae TV or laundry; rather it is all about the aesthetics, the wilderness, the space, the wildlife. In fact, lack of all said amenities were absent at some of these campgrounds! So, I will admit, the great outdoors is the draw, lacking certain amenities, especially a phone signal is challenging beyond a 2-3 day stay.

Nevertheless, if you want to “get away” to a conveniently located campground where you can paddle or hike in a wilderness area while having the comforts of a campground that accommodates large RVs, check out these campgrounds.

Coming in at #10: a Northern Michigan Campground

Located in the middle of the “tip of the mitten”, Headwaters is halfway between Grayling and Gaylord and near I-75. Traverse City & Sleeping Bear Dunes are about an hour away as is the straits of Mackinac and Lake Huron. It is named Headwaters as Big Bradford Lake is the headwaters for the Ausable River.

Headwaters Camping and Cabins. Out of necessity, we stayed at this rustic campground on Big Bradford Lake in northern Michigan for 42 nights.

On most mornings, I would make the short walk with my coffee in hand to the lake where the sun rose over the misty water. Although our campsite was not directly on the water, many sites are.
The campground is relatively old (gravel sites) and the site we stayed on was recently converted to full hookup. I needed extra hose length for the water and an extension cord to reach the electric. Despite the challenges of maintaining a lakefront campground, the owners have done a great job. Being a seasonal location, maintaining laundry and wifi is not cost effective.
Adjacent to national forest, Big Bradford Lake is not really THAT big, but it is mostly undeveloped. While it is shallow along its shoreline, the bottom drops off quickly to depths of 100 feet toward the lake’s center.

So, we really got to know the place well. It is relatively secluded (but easy to get to) and among the quietest campgrounds we have stayed in. Viewing the sunrise over the lake, long walks in the surrounding forest, the ease of launching the kayak, and the wonderful onsite owners, all made the lack of wifi and laundry facility less painful. Read more about this northern Michigan location here.

#9: A Northern New Mexico Campground

Riana Campground. One of the 3 Army Corp of Engineers campgrounds making our top ten list, this one is located on Abiquiu Lake in northern New Mexico – about 50 miles north of Santa Fe, and 70 miles west of Taos.

You can see our RV on the right. Walking to the opposite side of the campground loop gave me a higher vantage point to view the lake.
Although the campsite did not have a concrete pad like so many Army Corp campgrounds do, Riana offers a paved driveway and our site was level and spacious. Sites are spread out well enough for privacy.

Despite unusually low water levels (which made kayak fishing next to impossible for Vivian), the ambience of a spacious campground overlooking a large body of water with mountains in the background just made my heart sing. Although not full hook up, it has, like most Army Corp campgrounds what RV’ers value highly – easy in and out, space, a view, and easy hook ups (water and electric in this case). I loved walking around the bluffs overlooking the lake, so enjoy this slideshow from those hikes.

And lastly, please check out my previous blog about our visit to the Abiquiu area, or what I like to call “Georgia O’Keeffe Country”.

#8: A Florida Panhandle Campground

St George Island is a barrier island in the Apalachicola Bay and about 80 miles south of Tallahassee, Florida’s state capital.

St George Island State Park. It comes as no surprise that 4 of the top ten campgrounds are state parks and there are two more given honorable mention at the end of our list.

At site #43 situated at the end of a passthrough road in the middle of the campground loop, we had plenty of pavement real estate to back in easily. This is premium because not all sites were so accommodating. This site was beautifully shaded and on the other side of the trees in our rear view are the sand dunes.
Lots of passerine birds pass through here in the spring, including this male cardinal that (along with a female) visited our site daily.

It is also no surprise that among our top ten campgrounds is one located on one of Florida’s spectacular Gulf of Mexico beaches. Vivian and I are not beach loungers, but the sand dunes were among my favorites to photograph, and Vivian loves to fish. Hiking trails, an easy walk to the beach, and lots of birds & other wildlife makes this one of Florida’s best.

Read about our visit to St George Island State Park here.

#7: A North Dakota State Park

Fort Abraham Lincoln State Park is in the town of Mandan, southwest of Bismarck, North Dakota.

Fort Abraham Lincoln State Park. We stayed here for two reasons; convenience and desire to visit Bismarck on our way through North Dakota.

A first for us, a double pull through, which was a back-in given that our camp neighbor got there first. Our campsite was large, but there were plenty of back-in sites easy to get into and offering more privacy and prettier views.

We could have stayed at the Bismarck KOA but when I discovered that this state park campground offers wonderfully large campsites along the Missouri River and has an interesting history, it was a shoe-in. Not only was having the Missouri River near our campsite a perk, but so were the miles of hiking trails that offer beautiful overlooks of the river, lots of deer, and a historical tour of a Mandan Village and Fort Abraham Lincoln where several replicas of buildings are scattered about as you can see in the slideshow below.

You can read about our visit that includes a tour of North Dakota’s state capitol here.

#6 A Northeast Texas State Park

Texas’s Caddo Lake State Park is close to the Louisiana border and about 30 miles from Shreveport.

Caddo Lake State Park. What brings Caddo Lake to this list are many things, among which are the following – our campsite, the relatively small and peaceful campground, miles of hiking trails and of course, Caddo Lake itself.

Woodpecker Hollow loop offers paved pullthroughs with full hookup and private campsite facing the forest. Hiking trailheads and Caddo Lake are all a short walk away.

If not for the fact that it rained constantly during our 5-night stay, we would have enjoyed more of this park and it likely would have ranked higher. Read here about our visit to the surrounding areas including the historical town of Jefferson. Above is a slideshow from the park, including the very hilly road coming in and out of the campground.

#5: A southern Alabama Campground

Foscue Creek Campground is about 100 miles west of Montgomery and 50 miles west of Selma.

Foscue Creek. Another Army Corp of Engineers, west of Montgomery, Alabama near the town of Demopolis.

Most campsites are waterside and with a few exceptions, full hookup. Consequently people come here and stay the maximum length, which is two weeks during a month.
The first of three campsites was the best one, scenic, adequately shaded and spacious.

Funny thing, we were originally reserved for five nights but ended up staying an additional 3 nights which required us to move twice. So, we had the pleasure of staying at three different sites, all of which offered a waterfront view. We enjoyed the water, the peacefulness, relatively easy access to water with a kayak and plenty of hiking trails to go around. Read here about our civil rights tour taken while we stayed at Foscue Creek and another Army Corp campground, Gunter Hill.

#4: A rural Indiana County Campground

Near the town of Cicero, White River Campground is north of Indianapolis and for us, a 28-mile drive to my sister’s house in Indianapolis.

White River Campground, Hamilton County. Other than being a county park with level concrete full hookup campsites that accommodate large rigs, there is nothing extraordinary about this campground. It is after all, in Indiana, located among corn and soybean fields.

Our campsite next to the White River. We stay at this campground each year so that we can visit family in nearby Indianapolis. Other than the extremely high sewer holes located at the far end of certain campsites, it is a wonderful park with decent amenities. There was a threat of flooding on the day we arrived, but water levels did not get high enough to force us out.
The walking bridge in the campground crosses the White River. On the other side is a large 26 acres of land with hiking/biking paths, one that leads to a small lake. All of it is part of a the Strawtown Koteewi Park.

To visit family in Indianapolis, we could stay at a campground located closer to the city, but instead we keep coming back to White River because we really enjoy it. Maybe it is because this rural campground is a welcome reprieve after spending a day in the city. With miles of hiking (biking) trails, an easy walk to a lake and the White River, we enjoy the wildlife and wildflowers that come with its open surroundings. I wrote about our first visit to White River back in 2018, check it out here.

#3: A Northern Wisconsin Campground

On Iron Lake and a short distance from Highway 2 is Top O’ the Morn Resort. Duluth, MN and the Apostle Islands National Lakeshore are each about 45 miles away from the campground.

Top O’ the Morn Resorts. If I have any regrets from our 2021 travels, it is that I did not take more photos of this Wisconsin campground we called home for a short 3 nights.

New owners have maintained the rustic appeal of Top O’ the Morn, including a heavily wooded section of the campground for seasonal campers that have built permanent structures on their sites. Our section for transients included well maintained pull throughs.

Located on Iron Lake, not far from the Apostle Islands, we serendipitously discovered Top O’ the Morn given that the coveted coastal campgrounds were either full or unaccommodating to our RV. So glad we found it because we fell in love with its quiet lake ambience. We didn’t have time to get out on the lake with the kayak, but we’ll be back.

#2: a central Florida State Park

About 20 miles north of Lakeland and 50 miles from Tampa, Colt Creek State Park is in the Green Swamp Wilderness Preserve area.

Colt Creek State Park. There is no doubt, Florida has some of the best state parks in the country. Although many of them are not accommodating to our RV, a handful are and the best of them is Florida’s newest state park, Colt Creek.

We stayed at Colt Creek two years ago and could not enjoy it like we did this time. Why couldn’t we enjoy it? Read all about that here, especially if you are interested in RV suspension disasters. Colt Creek is Florida’s newest, so new even the washer and dryer machines still work!
We considered our site, #30 to be the best, with maybe a couple others comparable to it. Each site pad is well groomed, very spacious, nicely shaded and with only about 25 RV sites and a handful of tent sites, this small campground is remote and quiet. Only the sounds of a barred owl can be heard at night.

There is no beach or spring-fed water filled with manatee, nor is the campground itself on the water. Instead, it is within central Florida’s wetland and pine flatland territory, home to much wildlife including otter, eagle, deer, alligator, and wading birds, all of which we saw while there for a short 2 nights. With lots of hiking trails, a couple lakes to kayak on and a paved road with little traffic for bicycling, you could enjoy this park for an extended time easily.

Drum roll #1: a western Georgia Campground

About 80 miles southwest of Atlanta, GA and 90 miles east of Montgomery, AL, Georgia’s R. Shaefer Heard Park is located near the GA-AL border on West Point Lake.

R Shaefer Heard Park. I didn’t think of this Georgia park as being #1 when we were camping there, but in retrospect, my thoughts kept going back to this place. What sticks in my mind is the water view from our campsite and the fact we could launch the kayak within feet away from the RV.

The view from from our campsite one evening.
The view of our campsite from the kayak.

Not only that, the lake is so picturesque with its cypress trees and near perfect waterscapes (no manmade intrusions).

Although there are no hiking trails, the well shaded campground is very large with several loops that it took me over an hour to walk its entirety up and down relatively steep inclines. It’s a wonderful campground to have a bicycle. We discovered that the loop we camped on, sites 1-10 (we were on #10) was the easiest for water access.

I have three more campgrounds to give honorable mention to. Here they are:

Goblin Valley State Park

An overlook view of Goblin Valley State Park’s small campground. If not for the 90+ degree temperatures and 20+ mph winds, we would have stayed a second night. But we loved this park nevertheless!
The best part of Goblin Valley was exploring the hoodoos.

Deer Creek State Park

Another Utah State Park, Deer Creek near Provo. Although it was near a heavily populated area and on a heavily used lake, it was still a beautiful and comfortable park to stay for a few nights.
The view of the Wasatch Mountains and the Provo River as seen from one of the hiking trails in the park.

Gunter Hill Park

Another Army Corp of Engineers campground is Gunter Hill Park, only 10 miles from Montgomery, AL. Concrete level pads, full hookups, and lots of space and privacy makes this campground all the more appealing.
Many of the sites had views like this one of the Alabama River. We stayed at Gunter Hill Park for a total of 14 days to spend quality time in Montgomery discovering the Legacy Museum among other things.

Oct 20 – Lessons from Alabama

We toured Alabama’s state capitol, also the first confederate capitol. This room is the Senate chambers where the Confederacy was born and where Jefferson Davis was voted in as its President.

The irony of saving our visit to the Rosa Parks Museum in Montgomery for last was not lost on us. By then, we had already visited the state capitol and Selma where we got educated on the historic Selma to Montgomery march that led to the passing of the Voting Rights Act of 1965. Despite the amazing story of Rosa Park’s simple act of defiance against injustice has been in America’s conscious for as long as I can remember, we learned at the Rosa Parks Museum that this single act set off a wave of events that eventually led to the Selma to Montgomery march and the Voting Rights Act of 1965.

A modest sculpture of Rosa Parks in downtown Montgomery. On Dec 1, 1955, an African American seamstress riding a bus performed an act of defiance that sparked events leading up to the Civil Rights Act of 1964 & the Voting Rights Act of 1965.
In the Rosa Parks Museum, you can watch a taped re-creation of the bus scene that ended with Parks’ removal from the bus and arrest. In the middle window sits Parks being confronted by the bus driver.

Immediately following the arrest of Rosa Parks, Jo Ann Robinson, the president of The Women’s Political Council, a group of Black women working for civil rights began the call to boycott Montgomery’s city buses. The night of Park’s arrest, Robinson and others from the council printed out 35,000 flyers announcing a citywide bus boycott on December 5, 1955. Local black residents stopped riding the buses on that day.

It was the newly formed Montgomery Improvement Association by local ministers that organized the boycott and kept it going strong. A relatively unknown minister by the name of Martin Luther King, Jr was elected the association’s president. The boycott lasted 381 days and officially ended on December 20, 1956, giving King national attention as a rising leader in the Civil Rights movement. The Supreme Court soon after ruled in favor of integration of the city’s bus system.
At the time of Rosa Parks’ arrest, Martin Luther King, Jr was the pastor at the Dexter Ave Baptist Church in Montgomery and was relatively unknown in the civil rights movement.

About 50 miles west of Montgomery is Selma within Dallas County. In the 1950s and early 1960s, Dallas County and adjacent Lowndes County were among the poorest and most repressive for black people in the country. Racially motivated terrorism and police intimidation was so rampant that Lowndes County was known as “Bloody Lowndes”.

In Dallas County, Alabama it was next to impossible for a black person to become a registered voter and in 1963, only 130 black people were registered out of 15,000 living in the county. No black person was registered to vote in bloody Lowndes County. Knowing the correct number of jelly beans in the jar and paying a poll tax, maybe you can apply to register to vote.
A totalitarian law enforcement led by Dallas County sheriff Jim Clark reigned terror on the Black community and enforced Alabama’s harsh segregation and biased voting laws.
Downtown Selma, where you can visit the Selma Interpretive Center. The center was closed when we were there (Covid restrictions) but the gift shop was open.

By 1963, eyes had turned toward Dallas County and Selma as a hotbed of civil rights turmoil. John Lewis, founder and chairman of the Nashville-based Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee (SNCC) made a scouting trip to Selma and came back to report “The blacks are too scared, and the whites are too mean”. Nevertheless, SNCC came to Selma and organized voting registration for its black community.

One of the responses to the attempts to organize voter registration was to impose a law that made it illegal for two or more black people to congregate in public in Dallas County. Churches were the only refuge for blacks and Brown Chapel AME in Selma became the meeting place for the community and civil rights organizers. Traffic and construction kept me from getting a better shot of the church.

Sam Walker, historian and curator of the National Voting Rights Museum and Institute in Selma told us that at the time, the pastor of Brown Chapel was resistant to making his church the meeting place for organizers given the recent bombing in Birmingham that killed four children on September 15, 1963. His wife thought otherwise, “It’s because of those four little girls that you need to do this”. So, he did. And as SNCC attempted to mobilize the community to apply to register to vote, voter application denials increased and so did the violence.

The National Voting Rights Museum & Institute is located in a modest, somewhat run-down building east of the Edmund Pettus Bridge in Selma. Its primary goal is “to educate, inform, and remind individuals of the lessons of the past by enriching and enhancing the knowledge of voting rights through visual and audio means.”

By 1965, Martin Luther King, Jr and the Southern Christian Leadership Conference (SCLC) joined up with SNCC to make Selma the location to focus on the Black voter registration campaign. SNCC has been there for a couple years dealing with the violence and intimation of Jim Clark’s police state. But now, all eyes were on Selma with King, who had recently won the Nobel Peace Prize in the lead.

George Wallace, then Governor of Alabama vowed to resist integration. Despite the passing of the Civil Rights Act of 1964, blacks were met with this strong resistance in Alabama and other southern states.
The Ku Klux Klan was very active in blocking efforts to register African Americans to vote. This chilling life-size model with authentic KKK garb is on display at the National Voting Rights Museum in Selma.

By February 18, 1965, national media attention was drawn to Selma and the voting rights cause as King and other civil rights leaders organized several demonstrations. King has been arrested on February 1 and during the three days he sat in jail, he wrote “Letter from a Selma Jail” which was immediately published in the New York Times. On the night of February 18, Jimmie Lee Jackson and his mother were participating in a nighttime voting rights march in Marion, Alabama. Unarmed and trying to protect his mother, Jimmie Lee Jackson was shot and killed by the state troopers that came in to break up the march.

Jackson’s death spurred SCLC and SNCC leaders to organize a Selma to Montgomery march in which Selma residents would march to the capital and present Governor Wallace with their grievances. The first march on March 7 did not go well.

Edmund Pettus was a US Senator from Alabama from 1897 to 1907. He served as an officer of the Confederate State Army. After the war, he became active in the KKK, serving as a Grand Dragon. The bridge in Selma was dedicated to Alabama’s ‘hero’ in 1940.
A display at the Lowndes Interpretive Center, located on U.S. 80 between Selma and Montgomery.

On October 19, 2021, we parked the truck in downtown Selma and walked across the Edmund Pettus Bridge in the same direction as that of the marchers on March 7, 1965. As Vivian and I crested the top of the bridge and continued to the other side, we tried to envision what those marchers, or as Sam Walker calls them, ‘foot soldiers’ saw waiting for them on the other side of the bridge.

On March 7, about 600 people led by John Lewis and other SNCC leaders departed Brown Chapel AME Church in Selma with the intention of marching 54 miles to Montgomery to protest for voters’ rights. On the bridge, they were met by a column of state troopers and local volunteer officers of the sheriff’s department that blocked their path.
A display at the Lowndes Interpretive Center, a short video narrated by John Lewis.

The attack caused outrage around the country, and March 7 became known as “Bloody Sunday”. Following Bloody Sunday, Martin Luther King, Jr who had been in Atlanta on that day, returned to Selma and led another march on March 9. The march was ‘symbolic’ and upon reaching the bridge, the King and the protestors decided to turn back rather than risk another violent confrontation.

A display at the Lowndes Interpretive Center, brought to you by the National Park Service.
Sam Walker, curator of the National Voting Rights Museum & Institute has a mission. He creates footprint molds from the “foot soldiers’, those who marched from Selma to Montgomery. Walker himself was there as an 11-yr old who volunteered to clean up camps along the march route.
Many of the photographs on display at the National Voting Rights Museum were donated by federal officers who were there to protect the marchers. Some of them were tasked with photographing marchers and bystanders as a means of keeping records in case violence erupted.

Civil rights leaders sought court protection for a third march from Selma to the state capitol. It was provided and President Johnson sent National Guards and troops in the protection of the protesters. Third time is a charm. On March 21, about 3200 marchers set out for Montgomery, walking about 12-15 miles a day, sleeping in fields at night. By the time they reached the steps of the capitol on March 25, they were 25,000 strong.

A map illustrating the Selma to Montgomery march route.
The final stop along the route, Alabama’s state capitol as the marchers would have seen it.
The bronze star marks the spot where Jefferson Davis gave his acceptance speech as President of the Confederacy. Here is where Martin Luther King, Jr stood in front of a 25,000 people on March 25, 1965 and spoke, “Our God is Marching On”.
Less than five months after the last of the three marches, President Lyndon Johnson signed the Voting Rights Act of 1965.

But as they say, “it ain’t over ’til it’s over”. Meanwhile, back in Lowndes County, violence against Blacks who attempted to register to vote increased. White land owners retaliated against tenant farmers who registered to vote or engaged in voting rights activities by kicking them off the land. SNCC leaders, including Stoky Carmichael organized and helped keep the dispossessed families together by building a tent city to serve as a temporary home, located on land donated by the Matthew Jackson family, along U.S. 80, currently where the Lowndes Interpretive Center is located.

We learned about tent city at the Lowndes Interpretive Center. Several hundred dispossessed people lived in tents for up to two years while organizers attempted to find them new jobs and permanent homes. Campers were constantly harassed and threatened by white locals.
We often associate the ‘Black Panthers’ as a militant group. It actually began as a ballot symbol and soon was adopted by the Lowndes County residents’ political party as the Black Panther Party.

I will end this blog with two photographs taken from inside the Alabama state capitol. Three years ago, we visited Eufaula, Alabama where we learned about Horace King. King, born a slave in 1807 became a successful engineer and architect, and then later a member of Alabama’s House of Representatives. It was our pleasure to learn that the beautiful cantilever stairs in the capitol were designed and built by Horace King.

Oct 17, 2021 – Legacy

According to Dictionary.com, the noun Leg.a.cy [leg-uh-see] has three meanings, the second of which is “anything handed down from the past, as from an ancestor or predecessor”.

Over three years ago, Vivian and I began living in an RV and traveling throughout the United States. As the case with all RV travelers, our motives are many. But above all, what began as a casual sideline interest and then quickly evolved into the driving force behind our itineraries is learning the history of the United States. As we languished through the south, our curiosity for all stories that comprise American History brought us to Montgomery, Alabama. It is here where America’s darkest legacy was brought to the forefront of our consciousness through the most enlightening visual exhibition we have ever seen. It stopped us in our tracks causing us to reflect and dig deeper into the meaning of ‘Legacy’. By sharing our travel experiences, we also wish to share our learning experiences, and like us, you may learn and gain insight into our country’s legacies.

The Legacy Museum: From Enslavement to Mass Incarceration is the creation of the Equal Justice Initiative (EJI), a legal services organization led by attorney Bryan Stevenson, also the author of ‘Just Mercy’. The museum opened in 2018 as part of the National Memorial of Peace and Justice.

The Legacy Museum is filled with dramatic and passionate displays of photographs, 2-D and 3-D art, videos, and written words, accompanied by audio-recorded narratives, and music. Unfortunately for me, photography was not allowed in the Legacy Museum. To describe in words our emotions and thoughts as we examined one exhibit after another is impossible for me without representing them with photographs.

A building erected on a site where enslaved Black people were warehoused and forced to labor, became the new Legacy Museum opened in September 2021.

Instead, I found some photographs on the internet from news reports of the opening of the Legacy Museum that I will use here. Plus, I was allowed to photograph within the National Memorial of Peace and Justice, which was toured in partnership with the Legacy Museum. With that, please take the time to read while viewing each photograph below.

The museum is divided up into several large rooms that take you through time beginning with the kidnapping of Africans and slave trading ships to North America. You are brought face-to-face with the domestic slave trade with replicas of slave pens and first-person accounts from enslaved people narrating the sights and sounds of the slave trade. As you move along, you become overwhelmed with the written words on display, reproductions of ads and flyers that serve as firsthand accounts of slave trading and then later lynchings.

This display, created by one artist, was a visceral experience for me, I could not keep from crying. The room was awashed in blue light, giving the sense of being underwater. A play on light appeared like water moving across the ocean floor where heads of tormented people from slave ships populate the ocean floor.
According to the Trans-Atlantic Slave Trade Database (between 1525 and 1866, or entire history of the slave trade in the New World), 12.5 million Africans were shipped to the New World. 10.7 million survived the Middle Passage to North America, Caribbean, and South America. Of those, about 388,000 were shipped directly to North America.
Well over 90 percent of enslaved Africans were imported into the Caribbean and South America. Only about 6 percent of African captives were sent directly to British North America. Yet by 1825, the US population included about one quarter of the people of African descent in the New World.
Though the US Congress outlawed the African slave trade in 1808, domestic slave trade flourished. The slave population in the US nearly tripled over the next 50 years, greatly surpassed in volume the Atlantic Slave Trade to North America.
Slavery in the US was distinctive in the near balance of the sexes and the ability of the slave population to increase its numbers by natural reproduction. Unlike any other slave society, the US had a high and sustained natural increase in the slave population for more than 150 years.
From the time of the Civil War and for several decades thereafter, African Americans placed want ads in newspapers in search of family members that had been separated from them either through war, slavery or emancipation. At the beginning, many were living their lives as fugitives or were recently freed. Consequently, ads were placed knowing well the dangers of reprisal from (previous) owners.
Walls filled with collages of enlarged reprints of want ads are on display in the Legacy Museum.
The racial terrorism of the Jim Crow laws is sharply rendered in photographs and in written firsthand descriptions throughout the museum. It is overwhelming to take it all in.

One of the last rooms in the museum is a very large one where several displays of incarcerated individuals on pre-recorded video screens displayed as a prison visitation booth. You can choose any one of the booths where an incarcerated individual awaits you. Pick up a phone provided at the booth and listen to the inmate’s story.

The annual rate of incarceration of black men is 3 to 10.5 times greater than white men. In 2014, 3% of all black men were serving at least one year of prison. In 2019, the imprisonment rate for black women was over 1.7 times the rate of imprisonment for white women.
During the Jim Crow era, state legislatures passed “Black Codes” which created new criminal offenses such as “vagrancy” and “loitering”, leading to the mass arrest and incarceration of Black people.
Convict leasing, the practice of selling the labor of state and local prisoners to private interests became common place. Black prisoners were rare during the slavery era, thus the solution became the criminalization of the free Black population. The most common fate facing Black convicts was to be sold into forced labor for the profit of the state.
It was a short walk from the Legacy Museum to the National Memorial of Peace and Justice in downtown Montgomery. Along the way, we stopped to look at the beautiful fountain adorned with a statue of Hebe, the Greek Goddess of eternal youth. The fountain was built in 1885 on top of an artesian well. The surrounding area was once the location for Montgomery’s busy slave trade and near the well, slaves were auctioned to the highest bidders.

The National Memorial for Peace and Justice was also created by the EJI and opened in 2018 as a monument to commemorate the thousands of African Americans who were lynched during the American era of racial terrorism. After viewing the Legacy Museum, we took a short walk over to the memorial and once again encountered a visceral display of one of America’s most violent histories.

As the United States Holocaust Memorial serves as a deliberate act of remembrance so that we may seek to learn how to prevent such atrocities from occurring in the future, the National Memorial for Peace and Justice strikes out to do the same with a commemoration of the atrocities inflicted on African Americans during decades of racial terrorism.” EJI
The memorial is 6 acres of land. The structure suspends 800 Corten steel monuments each representing a county where racial terror lynchings took place. Each one is engraved with the names of the victims and the date of death.
Duplicates of each monument lie in the memory bank outside the main structure. Corresponding counties are invited to claim their monument and place it as a marker in their own community. It is my understanding that EJI partnered with the Alachua County Community Remembrance Project to dedicate a historical marker in memory of nine documented victims of lynching in Newberry, Florida. The nine are listed on the monument in the photo above this one.

Following the Civil War and the passing of the 13th and 14th Amendments, white backlash to re-impose white dominance through violent repression in the south escalated in the face of Black political and economic competition created by emancipation and voting rights. Court rulings were also part of the backlash as in 1876, the Supreme Court held that the 14th Amendment prohibits a State from depriving any person of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; but this adds nothing to the rights of one citizen as against another. Meaning simply – African Americans in the South were left of the mercy of white terrorists if those terrorists were acting as private citizens. Later, it ruled that upholding racial segregation was fully consistent with the 14th Amendment under the guise of “separate but equal”.

EJI documented 4084 racial terror lynchings in 12 Southern states between 1877 and 1950, and 300 other lynchings in other states. Of these documented lynchings, the overwhelming majority took place on sites that remain unmarked and unrecognized.
In their research, EJI distinguished racial terror lynchings from hangings and mob violence that followed some criminal trial process or that were committed against non-minorities without the threat of terror, and also from racial violence and hate crimes that were prosecuted as criminal acts (these were rare).
Documented terror lynchings are considered acts of terrorism because these murders were carried out with impunity, sometimes in broad daylight, often on a courthouse lawn. Perpetrators were never held accountable and some public spectacle lynchings were attended by entire white community and conducted as a celebratory acts of racial control and domination.
Faced with the constant threat of harm, almost 6 million Black Americans fled the South between 1910 to 1970. Many left behind homes, families and jobs after a lynching or near lynching rendering home too unsafe a place to stay.
In Florida, Alachua and Suwannee Counties are among the top 10 counties having the most lynchings from 1877-1950. By 1920, Florida had the highest lynching rate relative to its population.
Although the most active era of racial terror lynchings was between 1877 and 1950, racially motivated violence continued after 1950, largely targeting early movement leaders and Black people challenging segregation laws. Twenty four names are represented on this wall of men and women who were lynched in the 1950s.

Sep 19, 2021 – Languishing in the South

A few miles south of the Michigan-Indiana border & 3 miles from our service appointment in Goshen. This is Kercher’s Sunrise Farm, a Harvest Host. Had some of the best apple cider there!

After six weeks in Michigan, we were more than ready to move on – too many memories mucking things up and we just needed a change of pace. Exhausted from the events surrounding mom’s passing and all the stress that came with them, it felt good to draw our attention to the details of RV traveling. The undercurrent of melancholy was interrupted by the joy of being back on the road. With some reserve and a smidge of guilt, we could not help but feel the sweet relief that comes when responsibilities are replaced with freedom.

Our home for two nights at Grand Design’s Factory Service Center’s campground. From our window, we watched factory employees at work and a steady stream of transporters coming in empty and leaving with an RV in tow.

But rest would have to come later, we had some necessary maintenance and repairs looming over us, and the unknown outcome of the repair made us edgy thinking of the worst-case scenario which might mean being homeless for several days in northern Indiana. Thankfully, the worst-case scenario did not happen, instead, the repair required one day of waiting and two nights at the Grand Design Factory Service Center campground.

While waiting for repairs, we ate breakfast at the Amish-owned Village Inn in Middlebury & was given a little home-spun advice from Cathy.

Now, with service appointments behind us we had only one simple obligation before getting home on Nov 11 and that was our scheduled Forever Warranty service appointment in Florida’s DeFuniak Springs seven weeks from now.

One of our favorite campgrounds is in Cicero, Indiana, a short distance north of Indianapolis where family live. The bridge crosses the White River and can be viewed from our back window.
A few days after flood warnings, the White River levels were back to normal, feet from our RV.

Although most of our travel itinerary this year was mapped out way ahead of time and included campgrounds reserved months in advance, we left the final two months of our trip (post Labor Day) unplanned until we were deep into our travels. Although spectacular landscapes formed our western travels and are forever forged in our memories, I attempted to add a glimmer of brilliance into the final weeks through the Midwest and South with a one-week stay near the Great Smokies and another week on Florida’s wild and beautiful gulf coast in the panhandle.

But those plans changed after some thought given to our travel expenses. So, I slashed our travel budget and reduced our travel time by one week. Which gave us seven weeks and 1200 miles between the day we left Grand Design and the day we were scheduled to pull into our home base in Chokoloskee Island. Given that we were too early to see the most spectacular of fall colors and would avoid the country’s most popular national park, what could we possibly do for two months?

After Indiana, we had a few days in Kentucky, at a campground on Lake Nolin and adjacent to Mammoth Cave National Park. We visited this park three years ago on our maiden voyage and explored the caves. You can read about it here. For this trip, we stayed above ground and did some hiking in the beautiful forests above the caves.

Enjoy this slideshow of images from our short stay in Kentucky.

We stayed at the Army Corp of Engineer campground called Moutardier, on Lake Nolin. Where there are Army Corp of Engineers, there is a dam.
From the dam road, an aerial view of the tail waters, opposite side from Lake Nolin.
A shoreline view of the Nolin River, a short downstream distance from the dam.

I think, more than anything, we just wanted to rest. So, we languished in the south. Kentucky, Tennessee, Georgia, and Alabama would supply us temporary homes on the cheap. My budget slashing met we would take advantage of our senior park pass and stay at Army Corp of Engineer campgrounds at $12 – 15 per night. Who needs wifi or reliable cell service when surrounded by dense forests of green leaves and the subtle and spotty collection of red, orange, and yellow complemented with a water view? We met the challenge, but it was far from easy, I will admit.

Our next stop was in Tennessee, near Lebanon, east of Nashville at another, you guessed it, Army Corp of Engineers campground. This is the Center Hill Dam, walking distance from our campground.
The Caney Fork River downstream of the dam passes several water view sites at the campground. It is a popular river to paddle and fish.

Enjoy this slideshow of images shot around the Center Hill Dam. The fog was enticing and I couldn’t help but capture the scene.

While staying near the Center Hill Dam, I visited Burgess Falls State Park to capture this view of the falls.

It is true these weeks in the south have been lackluster compared to Utah and Montana and let’s face it, the vibe here in the south is very different from that out west. Here, we spent most of our time surrounded by local folk who bring their campers to the lake for vacations or just to have a change of scenery. So, we idled through the slow rhythm of the south and enjoyed the down time as much as possible. But we also discovered, learned, and reflected. This was most especially true during the three weeks we stayed in Alabama.

With that, I’ll share this portion of our trip mostly through my photos from our campgrounds as there is no pointed story here, no history lesson, no grand experiences to talk about; rather, instead it serves to segue to the next blog which will address our extraordinary experience in Alabama. Stay tuned and enjoy the photos.

After a one night stop at a Harvest Host in Tennessee, we pulled into our campground in Georgia, on West Point Lake. Yet another Army Corp of Engineers campground, this one gave us a water view and easy access with the kayak from our campsite.
Our home in Georgia for five days. Camp chairs await for happy hour!
Not a bad view from our home, Vivian in her kayak on the water.

Enjoy the slide show below of our home in Georgia for five days, on West Point Lake.

After Georgia, we landed in Alabama where we would stay for three weeks.

We didn’t have waterfront property at this Alabama campground, but we had lots of forested real estate.
The Alabama River one morning, a short walk from our campsite.
We walked around the campground one evening and took in the sites. One week before Halloween, campers were already prepared for the decoration contest.
We find that the campgrounds we stayed at during our languishing tour of the south are primarily filled with locals. Very different from the experience of campgrounds out west.
Our next stop in Alabama was on Foscue Creek, a branch of the Tombigbee River. Red arrow points to our home on the creek.
View from a hiking trail within Foscue Creek campground.
A short distance from the campground is a US Coast Guard station.
Not a bad view for happy hour.
Sunset over Foscue Creek, as seen from our campsite.

For those interested, the campgrounds we stayed in are the following:

White River Campground, Cicero, Indiana – this is a Hamilton County park, very good price, full hook up, concrete pads, laundry. Not far from Indianapolis but within a rural area. Lots of hiking/biking trails and of course the White River. Very popular with locals, so reservations that cover a weekend have to be scored months in advance. They are going to an online reservation system in 2022, for better or worse.

The remaining campgrounds are all Army Corp of Engineer and can be found on Recreation.gov. A national park lifetime senior pass gets you 50% off the already low price of camping. What a bargain for us at $12-15 per night! All are near water, so fishing is usually an option.

Moutardier – on Lake Nolin in Kentucky. Water/Electric/50AMP, no laundry, spotty cell service, no wifi. Not the easiest campground to maneuver around, deep drop offs, narrow curves, and none of the waterfront sites have hook ups. But it is convenient for Mammoth Cave National Park. You can do a fair amount of walking/biking around the hilly campground and there is a hiking trail near the marina.

Long Branch – on the Caney Fork River downstream from the Center Hill Dam in Tennessee (east of Nashville near Lebanon). It is a relatively small campground, concrete pads, water/electric/50AMP, laundry and wifi if you are in the right location. The ambience is hit or miss as you have the beautiful river, but the dam and electrical plant near by. Easy in and out though and convenient for accessing Burgess and Cummins Falls State Parks. Not a good campground if you want to hike or bike around.

R. Shaefer Heard – on West Point Lake near LaGrange and West Point, Georgia. We loved this campground! Many of the sites are waterfront allowing easy access with a paddle boat, but you have to chose your campsite wisely. Avoid 66-84 loop unless you like very narrow and steep driveways, only 30 AMP and don’t want easy access to the water. I thought our loop, 1-16 was the best for water access. If you like to walk and bike, this is a wonderful campground for that, large and hilly! Water/electric/50AMP, laundry, very spotty cell, no wifi.

Gunter Hill – near Montgomery, AL. This campground was recommended to us; it is one of the few Army Corp that offers almost entirely full hookup/50AMP, and laundry! Although waterfront sites are fewer than not, they are all spacious, wooded and concrete level pads. There are no hiking trails, so walking/biking only around campground and main road to marina and the other more rustic campground.

Foscue Creek -Demopolis, AL on the Tombigbee/Black Warrior Rivers. Nice park with full hookup/50AMP, but no laundry or wifi. Cell service adequate. Most sites are waterfront, quite lovely. Nice for walking/biking, has some hiking trails as well.

Aug 25, 2021 – Full of Grace

Caused by a sharp stone of all things. Safely along side the road, we had all we needed to change a flat, but could not remove the lug nuts! Since then, we invested in a breaker bar.
After two days at the campground, we hitched up and drove the RV to Gaylord’s Discount Tires where we were lucky enough to have four new (dated 2021) Goodyear Endurance tires waiting to replace the old ones.

The RV parked for six weeks in northern lower peninsula of Michigan was not normal for our home on wheels. August 8th, the day we drove to our 6-wk home was out of the ordinary as well, beginning with a flat RV tire 30 miles north of the Mackinac Bridge. That event, which could have been much worse, set the ball rolling. Or should I say, set the tire rolling and turned our 6-week stay into an opportunity to attend to many things that needed attending to. Tire life was running out, the RV was covered in 6000 miles of dirt, certain things needed replacing or repaired, and not the least of which, our hair was getting long and unruly.

Our view of Big Bradford Lake each morning at the Headwaters Camping and RV Park we called home for 6 weeks.

Consequently, our first week at the lake did not include kayak paddling, fishing, or photography; instead, it was to do the following:


Replace all four RV tires

Dental checkup and cleaning

Put mom under hospice care

Replace truck bed cover

Replace all four truck tires

Install new shocks on the truck

Wash and wax the RV

What our campground had in ambience it lacked in wifi (and laundromat!), so off to Otsego County Public Library we went. That’s not an actual person in the background, rather an art installation of some sort.

If you enjoy water and wilderness, there is much to do in Michigan’s north country. We were camped smack in the middle of the ‘Tip of the Mitt’, meaning Lake Michigan was as close to us to the west as Lake Huron was to the east, and the straits of Mackinac to the north. We were camped at the headwaters of the Ausable River surrounded by forested land where the deer and elk roam and where one can walk for miles. And there are way too many lakes to discover, all accessible within a day’s time. Adding to the north woods experience was having the RV parked next to a lake where Vivian could roll the inflatable kayak to the boat launch any time she wanted. (Enjoy this slide show of some images from our short time exploring the area).

My sister Cindy and I visited our Aunt Nancy who lives in Mackinaw City, walking distance from the great lake shoreline and a Mackinaw Pasty Shop. Pasties for lunch! I also decided from this photo I needed a second haircut during our stay.

Despite crossing each item off the list during the first week, we still had little time for exploring and enjoying Michigan’s north country during the remaining 5 weeks. Instead, we spent most of our time in Gaylord, my hometown located 10 miles north of the lake. Daily drives to The Brook where mom lived made Gaylord the focal point of our time in northern Michigan.

What use to be Mary’s Tavern, a popular hangout in downtown Gaylord, is now a German American restaurant.

I spent the first 23 years of my life in Gaylord where I was born. Gaylord, according to my niece who is the City Manager has a current population of 3200, give or take. The charming town is known as “The Alpine” town where Tyrolean architecture dominates its main street. I’ve always been proud of Gaylord – it is an attractive place, a place to come back to or never leave. I left Gaylord 40 years ago but come back to visit many times. This time, our visit was different. This time, I couldn’t get the memories out of my head, like a TBS movie that keeps playing over and over.

For my birthday, Vivian took me to Mary’s Stein Haus for a beer, the same place where I drank my first legal beer in a bar 44 years ago on my 18th birthday.
Downtown Gaylord doesn’t look much different from when I was growing up here. For one week in July each year, Main Street is closed for the Alpenfest, a 56-yr tradition of fun in Gaylord to celebrate its Alpine look.

Everything made me think of mom. I-75 bisects Michigan from Sault St Marie to Detroit and somewhere along the way, crosses Gaylord’s main street. Standing tall and new next to Exit 282 is a Tru by Hilton that sticks out like a sore thumb with its modern architecture so opposite of Gaylord’s Swiss motif. Each time I visit Gaylord, fewer memories are supported by iconic buildings as one by one they are replaced with something new. Where the Hilton now stands was for decades the Chalet Motor Lodge and Restaurant, a one-floor building with a suite above the lobby, A-framed by the typical Swiss Chalet sloping roof. Mom worked the reservation desk at the Chalet for years and she often allowed me to hang out there while she worked. I could watch color TV in the lobby, go swimming in the indoor pool, buy a Tab from the coke machine. None of these treats were available to me at home. Watching mom work in her spiffy blue uniform behind the desk where she greeted people from far-away places made me feel lucky and rich.

I couldn’t get myself to photograph the Tru by Hilton building, Instead, I’d rather remember it as the Chalet Motor Lodge and Restaurant.

Vivian and I walked Gaylord’s Main Street where businesses from the past have long ago been replaced. Historic plaques on buildings helped remind me of some of those businesses and many memories of time spent downtown. We passed a community art gallery where Bill’s Party Store once stood. It’s where I stole a 12-pack of beer on a dare. My friends and I got caught drinking that beer on a school bus and when mom found out, she marched me down to Bill’s, made me apologize and pay for the beer. I never stole anything again in my life.

Nelson’s Drug Store was on this street corner, a short walk from our house. Mom use to give me money to buy postage stamps when they were 5 cents. She always gave me extra money to buy a little candy.
On this corner was the Big Boy Restaurant, a popular hangout for teenagers including my two older sisters.
The Fifth Third Bank on the left use to be the first Gaylord State Savings Bank where I got my first loan to buy a stereo.
Otsego County Building still stands as I remember it back in the day. The library was through an entrance on the right side of the building. In the winter, the world’s largest ice tree stands in front of the building.

Across the street from Bill’s is the Fifth Third Bank which was once the Gaylord State Savings Bank. It’s where mom helped me get my first loan so I could establish credit at the age of 18 with $500 to buy a new stereo. On the next block over is the Otsego County Building where the county library was in the basement. I can remember mom taking me there to get my library card for the first time, a rite of passage that opened the world to me. I knew that if I checked out a book or two, she would be obliged to take me back in two weeks to return them.

As a sidenote, here are a few more tidbits of information about Gaylord & surrounding area.

You learn something new no matter where you travel, even back to your home town. This is a statue of Claude Elwood Shannon, father of information theory. He was born in Gaylord in 1916! The statue stands in a nice little park along main street.
Michigan voters made recreational marijuana legal in 2019. Currently, there are 20 permits for dispensary businesses pending in Gaylord alone. This dispensary is located in Frederic a couple miles from our campground.
The grow business is big business in Michigan. My brother works maintenance at Driven Grow, a cannabis cultivation and extraction company from where he took this shot. They are expanding their business and are looking to hire 60 more people.
I spent the first 13 years of life on Court Street near downtown Gaylord before mom and dad built a house 5 miles out of town on Hayestower Rd. In this photo, the house is located further up the road about 1/4 mile away from the sign. My brother bought the house several years ago and still lives there, a home base for family when visiting Gaylord.
Displayed in the Gaylord’s Visitor Center is a statue of Herr Gessler. Herr Gessler was an evil ruler in Switzerland in the 13th century and after being overtaken, escaped to Gaylord where he now tries to sabotage Gaylord’s Alpenfest each year.

Of all the memories I have of mom while growing up in Gaylord, the one that stands out the most involves St Mary’s Catholic Church. The church building itself is memorable, still standing as a reminder of the Sunday morning services my family and I attended for so many years.

St Mary’s church became the cathedral for the Diocese of Gaylord in 1972. In 1976, a new cathedral was built, closing the doors to St Mary’s church. In 1985, a local group fearing the building would be razed, bought it and turned it into a performing arts center names Mt Carmel Center.
The neo-gothic church has been a landmark in Gaylord for as long as I can remember.
Many memories of walking up these stairs with mom and dad. The church in some strange and symbolic way, still looms large in my conscious.
Across the street from the church is the St Mary’s high school building. I fondly remember this sign from when I was living in Gaylord, posted to keep students from parking in front of the garage.

Even more memorable were the nuns that ran the St Mary’s School, especially Sister Michaela, who still gives me nightmares. I spent the first four years of school at St Mary’s Elementary. By the time I entered fourth grade, I think my mom had soured on the Catholic Church somewhat. Not the religion, just the church itself. My mom has always been religious on the spiritual side of it, but never guided by the social constraints imposed by the church. This was poignantly clear to me from the story she told me of her visit to a faith healer. Heartbroken and devastated from losing her first baby and barely surviving childbirth herself, mom took an aunt’s recommendation to visit an old Polish farmer and his wife, spiritual healers from the old world. After many prayers, he placed his hand on her stomach and told her she would have babies. This after having been told by doctors she would never have children.

Where I spent four years of my young life, mostly in a drab gray uniform.

One day, mom received a phone call from Mrs. Bozwiak, the secretary at St Mary’s Elementary. That day was the last Friday of the month, or what we schoolgirls called “free day”. It meant I could wear my own dress and not the standard gray blue uniform. Mom had bought me a colorful dress with bright yellow and red designs to wear on Easter Sunday. I was so proud of that dress as I knew my dad would see me wear it shortly after leaving the hospital where he’d been recovering from his first heart attack. When Mrs Bozwiak told mom that Sister Michalea removed me from class and wanted mom to take me home and change my free-day dress to a more suitable one (i.e., longer so the legs above the knees were not showing), mom went ballistic on the nun. Everybody knows everybody’s business in Gaylord and for sure, that old nun knew my dad was in the hospital. That’s what did it for mom. After that, Sister Michaela never bothered me again. And after I finished that fourth year, mom put me in Gaylord’s public school. Common decency 1 – orthodoxy 0.

The room where it happened – the corner office of Principal Sister Michalea, and where mom gave the mean nun a piece of her mind.
My old house, as it stands now as a psychologist’s office, and from the past when I and my family lived there. That’s me on the tricycle, my sister Carla with the hoola hoop and my sister Cindy standing next to me. This was a typical spring day, warmish with lots of leftover snow yet to melt away.
After mom moved into The Brook, she would often tell me about the wild turkeys and deer she watched from her sliding glass door. One morning as I was driving to visit her, I saw this very large family of turkeys and took a shot to show mom that her turkeys were still alive and well.

During the first 3 weeks of our 6-week visit most of my time was spent at The Brook and Vivian was with me much of that time. Things were happening way too fast and conversations with attendants and nurses were getting more desperate as we watched mom’s independence dwindle down to nothing. She and dad traveled in an RV up to the day he passed away 30 years ago and even after that, she continued the RV lifestyle on her own until settling in Florida for the winters. Vivian always said mom was the trailblazer for us to get into RV life. Although mom told stories of strangers helping her with the RV while traveling, watching her now relying on strangers to do the simplest things like getting dressed and using the bathroom was more than I could bear.

While prayer is an influential part of my life, the Catholic church has not been since childhood. It did come back to me though, when I needed it most. I had to find these 2 prayers on my iphone to read them aloud during those final minutes.

Fortunately, sadness was interrupted often by our time spent with family and friends, happy hour with our campground neighbor, and by the healing powers of long walks in the woods. Having my brother and both my sisters around me was comforting, we were all in this together. During our final week on Big Bradford Lake, family matters were pretty much tied up and everyone was back to their normal routine. My two sisters had moved on. With the little time we had left, Vivian and I tried to make the most of our solitary time left in the north woods. It may be a long time before we get back here, but we will be back for sure. But for now, we have other places to see and things to do, we have our RV life to live. That’s what mom would do.

Rest in peace Belva M Mier, January 23, 1927 – August 25, 2021.

Aug 4, 2021 – The Lake They Call Gitche Gumee

Before crossing the Mississippi River near its headwaters in Minnesota, we stayed one night on the river in an Army Corp campground.

After spending months exploring the red rocks, white sand dunes, deep canyons, glacial mountains, plains prairies, and badlands, we were now in the Great Lakes region of the country – the great north woods – the badger and wolverine states. And central to our short time in Wisconsin’s Bayfield Peninsula and Michigan’s Upper Peninsula was the greatest of great lakes – Superior.

After being surrounded by rocks and open prairies for three months, the green forests were a welcomed view.

On Sep 18 while researching ‘Lake Superior’ in preparation for this blog entry, the Google-search headline “One kayaker dead, and another reported missing at Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore” appeared at the top of the results list. Six weeks prior, Vivian and I paddled a kayak along Lake Superior’s Apostle Islands National Lakeshore. Along the peninsula shoreline, we paddled gently over sandy bottom shallow water that revealed a shipwreck and allowed us entry to small caves pock marking the vertical rock shoreline. The warm and calm waters were as far removed from Superior’s reputation as anything could be.

Our morning on Superior’s water brought back memories of our 2004-trip to its most famous island, Isle Royale, a National Park. A visit to the park requires one to fly in or ferry across Lake Superior. After three days hiking Isle Royale, our stay on the island was unexpectedly prolonged as our boat ride back to the mainland was cancelled due to inclement weather – waves reaching 10 feet or higher. At midnight, 12 hours past the normal schedule, we boarded the boat and ferried across “the lake that never gives up her dead” over glass flat water.

Point Iroquis, one of the many lighthouses on Lake Superior, this one near Brimley, MI.

Superior, Michigan, Huron, Erie, Ontario – The Great Lakes of North America are the largest collection of freshwater lakes in the world, by total area and the second largest by volume. Lake Superior, the most northern of the five is the largest freshwater lake in the world.

The Sault St Marie International Bridge on the day it reopened to non-commercial traffic from the U.S. into Canadian. The bridge is located over the St Marys River that connects Lakes Superior and Huron

The Ojibwe Tribe that once dominated the northern great lakes region for centuries named the lake “gichi-gami”, meaning “great sea”. Later, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow spelled it “Gitche Gumee” in his poem ‘The Song of Hiawatha’. In 1976, Gordon Lightfoot adopted Longfellow’s spelling for his song ‘The Wreck of the Edmund Fiztgerald’. The name “Superior” originally came from the French explorers in the 17th century that referred to their discovery as ‘la lac supérieur’. The name was later anglicized by the British into its current name, ‘Superior’.

Highway 2 brought us here from Glacier National Park in Montana. Welcome to Michigan, my home state.
You know you are in Michigan’s upper peninsula when…
You also know you are in a popular Michigan tourist town when you can’t get more than 5 feet away from a fudge shop.

Following the Apostle Islands, we made a beeline across Michigan’s Upper Peninsula to a town called Brimley. Our campground was 30 miles north of the Mackinac Bridge which we needed to cross sooner than later. But, before that, we had a couple more days left with Lake Superior. Not far from us was St Marys Falls, a non-navigable 21-ft drop that separates Lake Superior from Lake Huron. To bypass these falls, the Soo Locks were constructed.

The observation deck at the Soo Locks in Sault St Marie.
The Soo Locks tour ferry awaits the water to rise.
Several minutes later, the water levels are even with Lake Superior and the gates are open.
The little tour boat heads out of the first lock while a freighter comes in to the second lock. The two locks’ water levels rise and fall at the same time.

In 1855, the first locks were constructed, allowing passage between the two great lakes. Over time, commerce through the locks and canal had increased significantly and gained national importance. In 1881, the locks were turned over to the US Army Corp of Engineers that built two parallel locks that provide a gravity-powered 21-ft lift system. Freighters 1000 ft in length and holding 70,000 tons of cargo pass through the locks frequently.

90% Of The United State’s iron ore moves through the Soo Locks.

It is a wonderful thing to stand in the Soo Locks observation platform located in Sault (pronounced SOO) St Marie and watch a 1000-ft freighter enter a lock. From Superior coming in on an easterly direction, ships enter a lock filled with enough water to match the Superior’s level. Several minutes pass as water is released and levels decrease 21 feet. Once the water is level with Lake Huron, the eastside gates open, and the ship continues its course. The opposite occurs when ships go upstream from Huron to Superior. Approximately 7000 vessels pass through the Locks each year, despite it being closed between January and March.

It takes 584 Train cars or one 1,000-ft freighter to move 70,000 tons of cargo .
From Duluth, MN to the Atlantic Ocean via the St Lawrence Waterway is 2,332mi or 7 days.
A typical shipping route from Lake Superior to Lake Huron, to Lake Erie, and next to Lake Ontario.

From our campground, we drove about 30 miles or so along the scenic Lakeshore Dr north through the tiny town of Paradise and ending at Whitefish Point where the Great Lakes Shipwreck Museum is located. There’s a darn good reason why the museum is located at this cape outpost. Every vessel entering or leaving Lake Superior must pass Whitefish Point, the most dangerous shipping area in the Great Lakes.

Whitefish Point lighthouse, near the Great Lakes Shipwreck Museum.

More vessels have been lost in the Whitefish Point area than any other part of Lake Superior. It is estimated by most sources that the Great Lakes holds 6,000 shipwrecks and a loss of life exceeding 30,000. One of those wrecks that came onto North America’s collective consciousness lies 530 feet below Lake Superior’s surface about 17 miles away from Whitefish Point.

With a crew of 29 men, the SS Edmund Fitzgerald sank during a storm on November 10, 1975. At 727 feet in length (considerably short than the more modern freighters), the Fitzgerald is the largest to have sunk in Lake Superior. A U.S. Navy aircraft equipped to detect magnetic anomalies associated with submarines, detected the wreck on November 14, 1975. An additional survey using a side scan sonar determined two large objects were lying close together on the lake floor, indicating that the Fitzgerald had been snapped in two.

On display at the Duluth Marine Museum is a model of the Edmund Fitzgerald as it was found at the bottom of Lake Superior.

The ship’s bell was recovered from the wreck on July 4, 1995. A replica with each of the 29 sailors’ names engraved on it was put in its place. The bell is on display in the Great Lakes Shipwreck Museum.

The legend lives on from the Chippewa down

Of the big lake they called Gitche Gumee

Superior, they said, never gives up her dead

When the gales of November come early

The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald, Gordon Lightfoot

Whitefish Point, 17 miles from the navigation marker for the Edmund Fitzgerald.
To photograph Lake Superior is why I came to Whitefish Point.

Check out my previous Blog about our visit to Michigan 3 years ago.

Jul 28, 2021 – North Dakota’s Biggest and Tallest

A sculpted version of North America’s largest land mammal, in front of North Dakota State Library.
Also in front of North Dakota State Library stands a statue of Sacagawea with her infant son, of the famed Lewis and Clark Corp of Discovery. The Missouri River played big in their expedition.

Among the many things you can see in North Dakota are the largest scrap metal sculpture in the world, the largest land mammal in North America, and the tallest habitable building in North Dakota. I have already devoted at least one blog to the largest land mammal, which is the American Bison, so this one will focus on the other two attractions located in North Dakota “where possibility is as endless as the horizon”. Ranked #1 for the hardest working state (what else are you going to do when it’s biting cold), North Dakota was worthy of the 10 days we spent within its borders.

Looking south on the Enchanted Highway, somewhere between sculptures.

Somewhere in the southwestern quadrant of North Dakota is a town called Regent, population 157. Saaalute! To Vivian and me, Regent seemed to be another example of the many boom-to-bust prairie towns we have seen on our travels through rural America. But interestingly, Regent, which is surrounded by miles of rolling farmland never experienced a boom. In fact, the greatest census number I could find for Regent was 405 in 1950.

“Once they come in, they step back in history, they step back in time. They become enchanted”. Gary Greff

But then came Regent resident Gary Greff. Greff is quoted as saying the following, “I came home one day and was looking at my town and said, ‘you know, this town has gone from 500 people to a hundred’. I thought if someone doesn’t do something, it’s only a matter of time before we’re gone. We don’t have a railroad, we don’t have the population, we don’t have the infrastructure. Why would a major corporation come to Regent? Rather than sit around waiting for someone from the outside to come in and save my town, I need to do something.” And do something he did.

“Geese in Flight” which is listed in the Guinness World Book of Records as the largest scrap metal sculpture in the world.

“Nobody’s going to drive 30 miles off the interstate for normal sculptures, but they might drive for the world’s largest”, was Greff’s logic behind his sculptures that are placed along side a 32-mile stretch of highway. Indeed, the most observed sculpture located on the northwest corner of exit 72 where I-94 and 102nd Ave SW meet is “Geese in Flight” which is listed in the Guinness World Book of Records as the largest scrap metal sculpture in the world. In 1991, Greff completed the first sculpture (The Tin Family) along the unnamed highway that became known as ‘The Enchanted Highway’. Enjoy the slideshow, pictures of Greff’s sculptures along the highway.

The 21-story ‘Skyscraper on the Prairie’, North Dakota’s Capitol.

In 1861, President James Buchanan signed into bill the creation of the Dakota Territory, which included both Dakotas. In 1883-84, the first capitol building of the territorial government was constructed in Bismarck located in the northern region of the territory. Attempts to admit the Dakota Territory into the Union over several years eventually resulted in the formation of two states in 1889, North Dakota and South Dakota. President Benjamin Harrison hid the order in which each state’s proclamation was signed, so the exact order remains unknown. But, because North comes before South in the alphabet, North Dakota became the 39th state, followed by South Dakota.

Statue of Judge John Burke, the 10th Governor of North Dakota stands in front of the capitol.

One of the many travel goals we have is to visit state capitols. Unfortunately, until recently in Salt Lake City, this has proven to be impossible in the era of COVID. At last, we visited our first capitol building in Utah where we were impressed by the magnificent neoclassical revival architectural style and exquisite artwork. It’s a hard act to follow, but follow we did to Bismarck, North Dakota. Despite North Dakota’s capitol being only one of two on our travel itinerary, we could not have chosen more dichotomous buildings to visit. If the 50 state capitols were placed on a spectrum according to the ornate qualities of the architectural design, then Utah and North Dakota are on the far opposite ends of the spectrum.

You learn something every day! The French Gratitude Train was given to the U.S. by the citizens of France in appreciation for the US military involvement in WWII. Trains cars were designated to each state and this one stands in the park next to North Dakota’s capitol.

On December 30, 1930, North Dakota’s capitol was destroyed by fire. During the fire, North Dakota Secretary of State Robert Byrne broke a window to get to the original copy of the state’s constitution. Suffering from cuts and burns on his hands, he saved the document. Other state employees also risked their lives to save documents. The Governor George F Shafer organized a team and directed the use of 40 state prison inmates to scour the still smoldering building and salvage the vaults and other items that remained.

Photos of the destruction of North Dakota’s first State Capitol and the second one that remains tall.

The disaster meant a new building would need to be constructed during the Great Depression. Designed by North Dakota architects, the rebuilt capitol became the tallest building in North Dakota and became known as the ‘Skyscraper on the Prairie’. Just under 250 feet and 21 stories, its Art Deco design is anything but ornate. The capitol campus expanded over time with the addition of a State Office Building, the North Dakota Heritage Center and the North Dakota Dept of Transportation, and a Judicial Wing was added to the base of the capitol tower. While the state capitol campus and park were expanding over the decades, North Dakota’s population was decreasing. Today, North Dakota’s state capitol is a popular tourist attraction with its garden-style park, museum and monuments. Enjoy this slideshow of North Dakota’s classy state capitol and following that, a slideshow from its impressive Heritage Center Museum where we learned some history of North Dakota.

One last tidbit about our visit to North Dakota. After leaving our campground in Dickinson, we came to Fort Abraham Lincoln State Park in Mandan, which is on the outskirts of Bismarck. Just a few days past the halfway point of our 216-day trip, we camped on the western bank of the Missouri River for a few days, thus marking the end of our tour of the American West. On July 31, we packed and hitched up and drove the RV east across the Missouri one last time. Soon, we would cross the Mississippi River near its headwaters and enter the great lake states for a totally different experience. Stayed tuned. Enjoy the slideshow below of the Ft Abraham Lincoln State Park.

I invite you to check out a few more of my blogs that relate to this one in some way or another.

About a quirky roadside attraction by a South Dakotan artist.

About our visit to Utah’s State Capitol and other things about Salt Lake City.