Let’s face it: RV kitchens are a challenge under the best of circumstances. Throw in a lack of storage, weight considerations, and unfamiliarity with the local shopping options and you have a recipe for home cooking failure.
But with some planning and a careful choice of appliances, you can overcome and become adept at preparing gourmet meals within your limitations.
I have to admit that when we began our travels, both of us were fairly out of shape and a little overweight. After raising kids, working hectic schedules, not paying attention to our eating habits, and never exercising (at least me anyway), it was time to give ourselves some attention.
Terry was the first one to get serious. I secretly thought he was a little foolish to use various trailer parts (like the stabilizer bars) as makeshift weights. And I was happy to sit around in the trailer while he rode his bike for miles and miles in various weather conditions. But his enthusiasm became contagious, so I grudgingly tried to join in.
One thing I missed growing up in California was the colors of fall, so being in Utah to watch the trees make their beautiful transitions is a real treat. Here are a few shots that I took with my waterproof Olympus Tough camera. Another treat was actually seeing a beaver entering its elaborate den.
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After spending some time in Idaho and admiring the Grand Tetons from afar (albeit through heavy smoke from wildfires burning throughout Idaho), we decided to go see them up close.
I was disappointed that we didn’t have our bikes with us, because it looks like there is a very extensive network of bike trails in the park. Here are a couple a shots from the day.
I didn’t feel that our East Coast run for 2015 would be complete without a trip to NYC. Having been raised in upstate New York, Terry had never visited the city and had no desire to. But I cajoled him into going, and I think it was worthwhile, although he promptly professed that he never wanted to go there again. So alas, if I want to experience more of NYC than just the six hours that our tour guide afforded us I will need to go without him.