We left southwest Florida on April 12th and started our cross country trip to British Columbia. One of our biggest concerns of travelling at this time of year was the weather. Spring weather can be a wild mixture of leftover winter to April showers and even tornadoes in parts of the country.
Sunny, warm days accompanied us through Florida, Alabama and Louisiana. Shorts and T shirts all the way. Once we made a slight turn to the north and got into Texas, the clouds began to appear on the horizon and the nights were cooler. Time to put some heat in the motorhome at night and haul out the blue jeans.
The bluebonnets of Texas welcomed us to spring but the April showers also moved in. First showers, then downpours, then severe weather warnings of wind and rain. Approaching Amarillo, we checked on overnight stays at Walmart. We pulled into a large Walmart lot, one of three in that city, early in the afternoon and positioned the RV to take the brunt of the storm. Before long we were joined by others who wanted off the road. By late afternoon we had 16 RVs, by morning we had 20. A car, a truck and a van also joined to temporary campground.
The following day we travelled through small towns with flooded streets and intersections. They didn't appear to have built their streets with sewer run-offs and the rain collected 6-8 inches deep.
From Texas we travelled a new route for us into Colorado. Light rain and colder temperatures were felt as the elevation changed. The green grass and trees budding new leaves were signs of spring in this state that I had not visited before.
Next state was Wyoming, were the grasslands and rolling foothills spread for miles. Snowcapped mountains began to appear on the far horizon. Days were back to sunny and bright and we enjoyed time sitting outside soaking up t
he spring sunshine.
Since we were now in cattle country, a sign of spring were all the newborn calves. Watching them as well as the many herds of antelope, made the long drive more delightful.
Each day's travel brought us closer to the mountains and the bright sun shining down on the snow. Small run-off streams were running at their highest as the snow melted.
After living in the flatlands of Ontario and Florida, the mountains are truly majestic. Not so much fun to climb and descend in a motorhome.
BUT! what a glorious landscape to travel. Thirty-two hundred miles of scene after scene. Each day a different terrain and an appreciation of our chosen lifestyle.
