This coming Friday, heading north 140 miles out of Santa Fe, New Mexico, to the Conejos River in southern Colorado for 5 days of fly fishing. Have a reserved campsite, as shown in the picture, that backs up to the Conejos River. Beautiful country. Will be great to be back in Colorado!
A Polaroid Picture my Dad took of my brother Jeff Ord (L), age 6 and me, Tom Ord (R), age 8 displaying our catch of Rainbow Trout. circa Colorado 1959.
7.21.17 Called my cousin Pam that lives in the Black Hills and agreed to meet at the Wall Drugstore in Wall, South Dakota. Pam’s sister, Cousin Jo, was visiting from Florida and they met Jeannie and I at the Wall Drugstore for lunch. It was an easy 40 minute, 45 mile drive for us east on Interstate 90. We had a great time. Walked through the Wall Drug pointing out all the historical photos.
Much has been written about the history of this drug store occupying today over 79,000 SF in rural Wall, South Dakota. It is a fun place to visit. Has been labeled as a tourist trap however, it is quite a retail establishment. Really something to see if you are ever in this part of the country.
However, there is a back story in our family history with the Wall Drug that dates back to 1931. My Mom’s family, the Overholts grew up in Wall South Dakota. In 1931, my Mom, Ruth Overholt’, two older sisters Maryanne and Arlene were two of the original employees of the Wall Drug in 1931.
My Aunt Arlene Overholt is second from the left. My Aunt Mary Ann is third from the left.
Jeannie was insistent that I take her picture astride a Jackalope at the Wall Drug. Reluctantly, I snapped this picture.
Jeannie and I say goodbye to my Cousins Pam and Cynthia Jo with a promise to catch up with them later. It was time for Jeannie and I to head to Interior, South Dakota in the Badlands before we returned to campsite in Box Elder, South Dakota. Continue reading “Let’s Visit the Wall Drugstore!”
Jeannie and I are now in New Meadows, Idaho having completed 2,700 miles of our journey thus far. I left Boulder City, Nevada July 2, 2017 and together we left Santa Fe, New Mexico July 17, 2017. Quite an experience thus far. We had wanted to continue to the Columbia Gorge in Oregon and on to the Oregon coast. Then continue south to California. Extreme forest fires at the Columbia Gorge and Oregon has resulted in unsafe air quality levels due to smoke in much of the northwest and Oregon coast. We may not continue to Oregon and reroute southeast to Zion and Bryce Canyon National parks in Utah. We will keep you posted.
7.19.17 Jeannie and I rolled into Box Elder, South Dakota and camped at Americas Mailbox, Inc. With the decision to RV full time, I needed to establish a new Domicile, state residency. There are three states, Texas, Florida and South Dakota that allow RV Fulltimers the opportunity to establish a new Domicile. I chose South Dakota. The irony is that this is the state where my Mom and her family were born and raised. More on that story later.
By establishing a new Domicile in South Dakota, I needed a new mail forwarding address, new driver’s licence and new plates for my truck and trailer. We stayed at Americas Mailbox, Inc., a company that assists full time RV’ers establish new residency and Domicile in South Dakota.
Wow! Americas Mailbox, Inc. is a busy place. They have an RV park where you can stay while they assist you in preparing documents for your new driver’s licence, plates and new permanent mailing address with mail forwarding services. Continue reading “We Roll Into Box Elder, South Dakota”
On July 17, we left Santa Fe to begin a 4,000 mile road trip over the next three months. Wyoming, South Dakota, Montana, Idaho, Oregon, California, Nevada, Arizona and back to New Mexico. Made a recent re-acquaintance with a wonderful gal, Jeannie. She shares my same spirit of adventure. Willingness to seek new experiences. Visit different places. We truly enjoy each other’s company and look forward to the journey ahead.
First leg of the trip towing my Lance trailer is from Santa Fe, New Mexico to Box Elder, South Dakota. We are heading to the land of the Lakota Sioux. To revisit the land where my mother and her family grew up. South Dakota. I will establish residency in South Dakota by naming South Dakota as my new Domicile.
Jeannie and I will have a couple interim stops along the way. Visiting old friends in Colorado Springs, Colorado. And finally catch up meeting a couple of cousins on my Mother’s side of the family in South Dakota.
Thirteen years ago I moved to Las Vegas from my home in Colorado. Today, I have retired. Tomorrow morning, with my Lance travel trailer in tow, I leave for Santa Fe. Going to join up with a great gal that thinks RV’ing will be be a blast. She thinks learning to fly fish in Idaho with Tom would be heavenly. Sorry guys, I found her first. From Santa Fe we will head north to South Dakota to establish my new Domicile address. Then head west to Idaho. Got a great RV site picked out along the beautiful Salmon River. We are just going to kick back and camp there 4-6 weeks and enjoy the wonderful scenery. Then on to the west coast. Not going to vacation the dream, going to live the dream.
Weathered a two week long hot spell here in Boulder City north of Las Vegas. Brother Jeff and his wife Sue let me graciously park my trailer in their warehouse side yard to offset the heat wave. They and my good friend Paul helped me to get my trailer ready for the road. Paul did a “crackerjack install” on my 360 watt solar system. Now I have sufficient power to go off grid and power everything in the trailer with the exception of the air conditioning. But, that is OK, because I am now moving in pursuit of 75 degrees!
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So to my many friends and relatives in Las Vegas and Boulder City I say a fond goodbye. I was more than pleased to have made your acquaintance. Will pass this way again from time to time I am sure. To my friends of the future, relax I am on my way………..
When you fish for love, bait with your heart, not your brain. Mark Twain