We pulled out of Death Valley on March 19, headed east where we planned to spend the spring before driving to Alaska.
Our first stop was Kanab, Utah, a town made famous by the hundreds of Western movies shot in the shadow of its red stone mountains.
Farther east, we hit the BLM land near Pariah Canyon, an area of amazing land formations that stretches north to the Escalante National Monument and south to Antelope Canyon over the border in Arizona.
We made plans to come back to explore the area next winter and continued driving to Taos, New Mexico, home of the Earthships and the most delicious New Mexican food.
On dirt back roads we headed south til we hit the now faded Route 66.
On I-40 now, we headed to Amarillo, where this Cadillac sculpture caught our eye, along with the Second Amendment Cowboy standing proud in West Texas.
Hitting the Texas panhandle, we bounded down two-lane highways and Interstates, into Oklahoma, Arkansas, Tennessee and Virginia. Luck stayed with us as we drove, missing fires, hail and brimstone of the borderline South til we arrived in Washington, DC, our way heralded by blossoming fruit trees.
We finally arrived in the Hudson Valley to be greeted by a spring snow.
Listen as Johnny Cash & Lynn Anderson tear it up.
Where we are today.