BARSTOW, Ca. — Motoring free from the nerve-tattering traffic of Los Angeles, we soon found ourselves keeping company with an ocean of sand, cactus and tumble weeds that raced each other across the desert swells. For seemingly endless miles the Lady K carried us toward
Seattle, Wash. — The city of half a million is snuggled beneath the guardian eye of snow-capped Mount Rainier, a spectacular granite wonder that stretches for and grasps low lying clouds. The Lady K rested in the woods at the KOA campground near Tacoma while
Sioux City, Iowa — Kathy and I sat staring blankly down the gleaming corridor. Mingled aromas of antiseptic, disinfectant and the smell of just plain hospital engulfed our nostrils. Everywhere were men and women in white garb shuffling to and from rooms. The activity and
South Hero, Vermont — Here, on this sliver of an island wedged like a wiener between the buns of Vermont and New York, we again attached Lady K’s three-pronged umbilical cord and settled in for a few nights. Our campground was only a short distance
Williamsburg, Va. — In blissful inexperience we rolled out of Cape Hatteras, N.C., only half heeding the warnings about “endless strings of toll roads and bridges up north.” A few miles later we received our financial baptism to Bicentennialand. A pretty young miss seated on
