Back to the Plan: Deadwood to Theodore Roosevelt National Park

I hope you’ve enjoyed this brief detour from actual trip planning. I know I have. Unfortunately, even I have to admit that I’ve been screwing around long enough, so it’s time to get back to the serious business of figuring out how we’re actually going to get to Alaska.

When I ended the last post, we were in Deadwood, South Dakota. From there, I looked west, squinted a little, and decided that charging headlong toward Alaska like an overcaffeinated squirrel probably wasn’t the best idea. Instead, we’ll ease our way across the plains of Montana, keeping the daily mileage reasonable and firmly within the Weeble Rules of Travel. These rules exist primarily to prevent exhaustion, bad decisions, and statements that begin with, “Well, we’re already this far…”

With that in mind, our next stop will be Theodore Roosevelt National Park. It’s about a 200-mile drive from Deadwood, which puts it comfortably below the danger zone and well within the range where we still like each other at the end of the day. On the way in, we’ll do a drive around the park—because nothing says “relaxed travel” like deciding not to rush straight to camp.

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Terlingua Chili Cook-Off: Big Bend, Big Laughs

If you’ve been reading my blog from the beginning, you already know I’ve been friends with Bill for over fifty years. In 2000, my dog Kasey and I took the RV down to Houston, Texas, to visit him. We decided to head out to Big Bend National Park for a camping trip.

How would I describe Big Bend? The first words that come to mind are big, unique, and beautiful. The next word is remote—very remote.

When I say the park is big, that’s an understatement. The only terrestrial radio stations you can pick up aren’t in English, and the only newspaper available is yesterday’s copy of USA Today.

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New Year Resolutions, RV Dreams, and Camp Run-A-Muck

As we start the new year, I want to wish all of you a very Happy New Year. I hope your holiday season was safe, joyful, and filled with the people and moments that matter most.

I’ve been thinking again (yes, I know—dangerous territory). This is the time of year when many folks make resolutions aimed at becoming better or happier. I usually skip the whole resolution thing because, let’s be honest, they often lean toward the unrealistic. But this year, I’m giving it a try.

Resolution #1: I want to get Mrs. Weeble out on a short RV trip first—something close, simple, and comfortable—before I ever try to talk her into tackling Alaska. She’s understandably hesitant about the whole RV idea.

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Christmas Around the Campfire: A Holiday Visit & Tradition

Christmas always brings its own rhythm — a little excitement, a little chaos, and a whole lot of family. This year was no different. In fact, Christmas Day looked a bit like a two-person version of Santa’s delivery route. We were out the door early, making our first stops with the kids and grandkids. Between the wrapping paper flying, the sugar-fueled energy, and the noise level that could rival a marching band, it felt like Christmas in all the best ways.

Once we wrapped things up there, we continued on to visit Mrs. Weeble’s mother and the rest of her family. By the time we finished all the rounds, I’m pretty sure we had just as many stops checked off as Santa himself — though he probably moves a little faster than we do.

When the day finally wound down and the house settled into that quiet after the holiday rush, the lights seemed to glow a little softer.

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My First Leprechaun RV: From Dream to Money Pit Memories

As I mentioned in my last blog, I had wanted an RV for years. But anyone who’s been through a divorce will tell you: when the dust settles, the only people with any money left are the lawyers. It took several years before life settled down, I changed jobs, and finally started making a little more. At the time, I was working as a kitchen manager and vocational trainer at a mental health rehab center. I wore many hats there, and one of those hats was being the backup van driver.

One day, while picking up a client, I noticed her parents had an RV sitting in the driveway. Somehow, the topic came up that I had always wanted one. I didn’t think anything more of it—just a passing comment between stops.

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From Leaky Tent to Leprechaun RV: A Shenandoah Memory

As Christmas draws near, I find myself getting nostalgic—and that always gets me thinking. Now, trust me, when I start thinking, it can be a scary thing. But this time, my thoughts drifted back to something simple: the RV I owned in 1997. It was an old 1987 Coachmen Leprechaun, and at the time it felt like the gateway to a whole new kind of freedom.

Long before that, though, the spark for RVing came from my very first camping trip with my children. I was a single father, and I wanted to create some memories with them—real camping memories. My daughter, Jessica, was about eleven, and my son, Jeffrey, was around eight. So I decided to take them to Big Meadows Campground in Shenandoah National Park.

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Into the Badlands: Expanding Our Plan, Cold War Memories, and Old West Adventures

When I left off last time, our Alaska expedition was planned as far as Mitchell, South Dakota. From Mitchell, it’s an easy 220-mile drive to the Badlands — well within the Weeble Rules mileage limit. Originally, I only planned two days in the Badlands, but the deeper I looked into what’s there, the more it became clear that two days wasn’t going to cut it. So those two days grew into four — and knowing me, there’s always a chance I’ll find enough to do that I end up wanting a fifth day too. Honestly? I’m glad for the extra time. There’s simply too much here to rush through.

One of the places I absolutely wanted to visit is the Minuteman Missile National Historic Site, as a child of the Cold War era — the generation that was taught to crawl under a school desk in case of an air raid — the Minuteman site hits a little differently. Back then, those missile silos were just mysterious things adults whispered about. Today, they stand as reminders of a tense time in our history, and I think it’ll be fascinating to finally see one up close instead of through old newsreels and classroom drills.

We’ll likely stop at Wall Drug either before or after our visit to the missile site. Wall Drug is one of those quirky roadside icons — part tourist trap, part Old West, part everything else — that you almost have to experience at least once. Whether you’re there for the doughnuts, the jackalope, or the endless signs along I-90, it’s worth a quick wander.

From there, the plan is to drive the full Badlands Loop Road — a scenic route with viewpoints that seem to hit you every few minutes. Unlike some folks, we won’t be taking the famous Needles Highway. As interesting as that drive is, the tunnels come in under ten feet, and our RV will be sitting somewhere around eleven to twelve. As far as I know, twelve still doesn’t fit into ten, no matter how much I wish it did.

Of course, no trip through this part of the country is complete without seeing Mount Rushmore and the Crazy Horse Memorial. Both are icons — the kind of places you’ve seen in photos your whole life, but they take on an entirely different scale when you’re standing there in person. Day 3 is dedicated to both of them. Rushmore for the history and the sheer artistry carved into the mountain… and Crazy Horse for its unbelievable ambition. They say the entire sculpture won’t be finished in my lifetime — or yours — but even in its current state, it’s worth every minute of the visit.

Now, you may be wondering: why Deadwood? Why add a full day there?

Well, Deadwood is packed with Old West history. Wild Bill Hickok and Calamity Jane are buried there — two legends with stories that stretch bigger than life itself. And from what I understand, the town pretty much runs on gambling these days, so it’ll be interesting to see all the different casinos and historic buildings.

But I’ll be honest… there’s one more reason.

This may be the only way Mrs. Weeble will ever let me visit a bordello.

Before anyone panics, Deadwood has tours of restored historic bordellos — museum-style walkthroughs that show how the “business district” operated in the late 1800s. It’s history, I swear!

The beauty of this entire stretch is that time isn’t our enemy. We don’t have a deadline waiting for us on the other side. For once, we get to explore at our own pace, take the detours we want, and soak in the places that deserve more than a quick look before hurrying on.

As we keep moving west, the journey continues to surprise us. Every stop seems to open the door to something new — a piece of history, a roadside legend, or a memory waiting to be made. And the best part? This trip isn’t rushed. For once, we get to roll along at our own pace, take in the views, and enjoy the adventure as it unfolds.

To be continued…

Have thoughts, ideas, or suggestions on places we should see along the way? Feel free to leave a comment — we always enjoy hearing from fellow travelers.

Rolling West: Minneapolis to Mitchell, South Dakota

I can’t tell you how interesting I’ve found this trip planning to be. I’ve planned plenty of adventures in the past, but they always had a fixed end date. This time, the road ahead has no deadline, and that’s both liberating and a little unnerving. So yes, I figured I’d let my wandering mind stretch its legs early in this post. Now, where did we leave off last time? We were in Minneapolis after enjoying a game at Target Field. The next big question, of course, is where we head next. I initially considered driving north to see the headwaters of the Mississippi River.
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Happy Thanksgiving Everyone

As we roll into Thanksgiving, Mrs. Weeble and I want to send a heartfelt thank you to every one of you who’ve joined us on this winding road of adventures.

Whether you’ve been with us from the first campfire post or just recently pulled your chair up to the fire, we’re grateful you’re part of this journey. In addition, your steady encouragement keeps our little corner of the web warm and welcoming.

Your comments, your curiosity, and your support keep this campsite glowing. Because of you, the stories feel richer and the miles feel lighter.

It means more than you know. However, it also reminds us how fortunate we are to share these experiences with people who enjoy the open road as much as we do.

This season has shown us that community matters. Also, every time you read, like, or share a post, you help keep Captain Weeble’s Travels rolling toward the next adventure.

From quiet forest campsites to noisy ballparks, each stop feels more special because you’re right here with us.

For that, we are truly thankful.

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Target Field Dreams: RV Parking, Toad Talk, and Baseball Plans

Target Field Dreams: RV Parking, Toad Talk, and Baseball Plans

As you read in my last blog, Mrs. Weeble and I are planning to stop in Minneapolis to watch the Twins play a baseball game and see Target Field. I’ve been looking at how we’d park the RV—because you just can’t park a 24-foot rig just anywhere. I’ve mentioned before that I’d like to tow a small vehicle, a “toad,” and this stop is another reminder why. It would’ve helped when Bill and I were in Shenandoah National Park on our 50-year reunion tour. A 30-foot RV doesn’t fit too well at the trailheads. That was one of the big reasons for downsizing to a Sprinter-van-type RV with a diesel motor. The idea is to keep things flexible enough for both highways and hiking trails. The problem I keep circling back to is towing a toad all the way to Alaska and back home—thousands of miles of rough, beautiful road. That’s a lot of wear and tear on both the RV and the toad. Continue reading “Target Field Dreams: RV Parking, Toad Talk, and Baseball Plans”