The Way Home

At this point in our RV odyssey we were done with a lot of the excitement. Now we were headed back to Oklahoma.

As a covid precaution we don't eat food that other people have cooked. We also don't enter buildings. Despite our holy rules we didn't want to pass up an opportunity to have a snack from the local chain Braum's. I thought it was a perfect move because at Braum's in addition to the fast food stuff they also have packaged food. So I walked up to the window and asked for a pint of ice cream. The drive through worker was mind blown and refused to go get me some damn ice cream from the shelf, and I refused to buy ice cream they prepared, so I walked away empty handed.

Some hilarious signs punctured the monotony of the drive.

Hooker, OK was a fantastic source of amusement.

I bet a lot of girls did pick up their Hooker t shirts here and then wore them proudly over at Hooker High School.

We explored the dusty little down of Buffalo, Oklahoma.

It seems as though the poppers became the poppees when Dollar General came to town.

Happy Fall Ya'll

I took a few pictures of our palace the next morning.

We never could get an actual fully hot shower out of this thing.

Checking Out Colorado

We woke up to a frosty morning in our RV campsite in Angel Fire, New Mexico.

Mesa Diamante

How could we not stop at Pagosa Springs, home of the world's deepest hot springs?

We have now crossed into Colorado territory.

They had some pretty fantastically creative town murals, I'll give them that.

There was a beer in New Mexico that I really wanted to try but they had some state law that said they couldn't do curbside pickup. Sad story for them. Luckily Colorado is a little more progressive concerning libations.

We took a stroll around scenic Durango.

I first heard about programs that would pay you to move to a particular place some time ago. I was intrigued but never put too much thought into it as there are a lot of barriers to moving. Well... my job is remote for the foreseeable future due to the pandemic, we don't see much of our family and friends lately anyway, we don't go to restaurants... in short it seems like a perfect time to move somewhere and get paid to do so. I think I read that the Remote Shoals program was paying ten grand a person to move to Muscle Shoals, Alabama. I figured I would give it a shot.

We did a little night stroll around town near our newest campsite in Cortez, Colorado.

I like neon a lot. It's pretty close to magic.