My rig: a mighty Forester pulling a mighty small teardrop trailer named Apollo 1. Apache Lake, Arizona
About this site
IN THE SPRING of 2018, I left on an open-ended camping road trip to see the national parks of the western United States. I stopped almost two years later when COVID-19 struck.
My beginner mistake was long drives into, through, and out of intriguing places, hurrying to the next national park. I slowed down, stopped, stared down the lizards, and the trip became the fun I’d hoped.
This blog is about seeing our national parks, but also about seeing them as beacons on the rest of the story, perhaps on the long way between, and in the less-visited corners of, our parks.
I hope to see you before too long at somebody’s fire under the Milky Way.
I’m Suzanne Jacoby, and I lived like this:
My trailer back hatch opens to a kitchen
A mattress exactly fits the trailer floor
Who cooks for you?
It’s like a Jack-in-the-Box
Occasionally you need a screened shelter or your own outhouse & shower
My rig skulking under Poodle Rock in Valley of Fire State Park, Nevada. Sphinx faces Vegas lights.
