Goodbye Reno, Hello U.S.A.
“Big Brown Betty to Raptor One”, Greg called on the two-way radio. “We need a new handle!”, I insisted. Yesterday, we set out on our first cross country RV trip. The thought of hearing this chant for 3,000-plus miles made me think our diesel damsel deserved a more elegant name. The mike clicked back. “Go ahead Big Brown Betty.” I threw up my hands in mock surrender. Watching the Reno, Nevada skyline disappear behind us, I reflected on our visit over the past few weeks.
“Is this a staycation or a travel destination?”, I mused when we wheeled into the city. Returning to our former hometown after several years on the road felt warmly familiar yet oddly different. Recently constructed neighborhoods replaced open meadows. Established neighborhoods aged gracefully. Restaurants sported new marquis. But one aspect remained the same. Family and friends embraced us. The lyrics from the TV show, Cheers, played in my mind: “Sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your name, and they’re always glad you came”. With full hearts, grateful for cherished times spent with family and friends, we headed east ready to take on the unknown.
Following I-80 for five days, we’ll cover approximately 2,074 miles before settling into a more leisurely pace. We have an appointment to keep, with a green flag to start and checkered flag to end (stay tuned).
Camping along the way will merely be convenient stopovers. Last night we staked out spots at West Wendover, Nevada’s travel center among the truckers. Luckily, the cattle cars were empty. A bit rustic without hookups but comfy with generator and battery-powered electricity, hot water, and satellite TV.
We invite you to travel across this wonderful country with us and share the adventures, discoveries and likely, a few misadventures. Your company enriches our travels.