After the cruise, we turned back toward the east and traveled through Washington, Idaho, Montana, and into Wyoming. We stayed near Yellowstone National Park and Grand Teton National Park for three days to visit all of the natural beauty of this unique, geological region. After that, we headed west toward Mount Rushmore.
One day, our van started to climb some steep hills in eastern Wyoming. The grade kept getting steeper until the engine of our van started to strain too much. We stopped to let it cool, and ran into some locals. They called us brave for being the only travelers with a camper they’ve seen attempt to climb the mountains. At that point, we decided Mount Rushmore wasn’t worth out car’s engine, so we turned around, headed out of the mountains, and then southeast toward Nebraska.
We drove straight for the next three days stopping only to sleep and eat. Nebraska, Iowa, Kansas, Missouri, Arkansas, Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama, and northern Florida passed by with a blur. Before I knew it, we were pulling into our driveway in Stuart. In 2 and a half months, I had the time of my life.