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Have you ever wondered what it would be like if Boston and New Orleans had a baby? 

While I have. And I think I found the answer: Savannah, GA. A place where you can walk around and drink a beer (like New Orleans) but not see a truck out bleaching the streets in the morning (like Boston).

When I travel I like to check out all the local coffee shops. Just kidding, I follow the advice from Strangers with Candy: Go with what you know.


Bonnie took me down these saying it was the only way to get to the river. I thought for sure I would fall. But I didn’t. Had I seen the sign about using them at my own risk I definitely would not have risked it, but it was at the bottom. Thanks for the heads up.

Every time I wanted to take a picture of something scenic in Savannah another object I was also included, like a crane or a cable truck.

Yellowstone/Wyoming/Idaho:Beautiful with limited wireless service and a hotbed of Jeeps. 

So far, so good. As I post this the trip is on mile 3,367 and we are on Route 84 (not great for Jeep Waves but top notch for rest areas) in Oregon headed for our first multiple night stop in the other Portland.

Turns out camping is not as adorable as I thought, this may be heavily influenced by the tent directions in Spanish, the 7+ plus hours of driving that came before the tent setup and the fact that all that work was for one night.

For me the most interesting thing that happened was at a construction site on the way to Yellowstone. We came to a stop where the flagger told us to and he looked at our license plate and made some sort of gesture about how far we had travelled. So I rolled the window down to talk to him. Turns out he owns a Jeep too and wanted to talk about tire types, gas mileage and the like. Then he says, “I don’t mean to pry, (I’m thinking oh great here we go), but are you two married?” I respond that we are and he puts his hand to both of us and says, “I think that’s great!” He then went on to tell us he has lots of gay friends where he is from in Florida. Then the topic of gun control comes up and to my surprise once again we were in agreement. Then we moved to healthcare and he mentions  how he does not have it, he says the republicans in Wyoming voted for a single source healthcare system and it was $1500 a month and that was too much. I agreed. He continued to say that he tried signing up for Obamacare but they wanted access to his bank account and there was no way he was doing that. Next up was the election. He expressed his support for Trump. I told him that at lot of the things Trump says terrify me. He agrees. At this point I get a little anxious (you know because I’m with her). I could see it was almost out turn to go, I told him I respected his opinion and for a lot of people this election was about change. Anyway, my point is this, in a very real way and in unexpected place it hit me that political opinions that are different from my own are not wrong, they just come from a different place.

Now here are some photos.

Old Faithful. It was neat. That is about all I can say about water shooting out of the ground.

As Bonnie was coming out of the shower station in the park (the dogs and I were waiting in the car) she said, “do you see that?” and I looked to the left and these two were coming up from the left and walked right in front of the Jeep. It was beautiful until Kisses lost her shit and scared them away with her barks. 

Grand Teton maybe?

A woman came up as i was taking this photo , read the sign and said she was going in her camper then.