Here's a compilation of the seventeen episodes of The Rocky Mountain Rubber Tramp, a story of living in a vintage camper with a dog for a year, while spending equal time in a secluded mountain getaway in the northern Colorado Rockies and the raucous, enchanting town of Las Vegas, New Mexico - known in its previous
Alright, amigos, it’s time to saddle the horse and prepare to head north. We’ve got to leave the allure of Las Vegas, New México, while we still can. This place is getting ahold of me, but I gotta go, get back to my mountain hideaway in the northern Rockies of Colorado, before it’s too
Welcome back, dear reader, here we are again, seemingly stuck in Las Vegas, and not the one where “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,” unless we are what’s happening, because here we seem to stay. Tough place to break free from…but let’s give it a try. Vamonos! “I’m here at Storrie Lake
“Today, I’m going to knock around in town. It’s been a while. I had to vacate Storrie Lake [State Park Campground] because I’d been there 14 days straight (more, actually) and Manny, the Ranger, wouldn’t give me a waiver to stay longer – even though I was the only one there most of the
“Looking out the camper window at sunshine bouncing off of snow. I’m here again at Storrie Lake State Park in Las Vegas, NM. Nice! Overcast and blizzarding all day yesterday. Very blustery. Southern California seems like it was a long time ago, and far, far away… But today it’s time to jump back
Welcome back, dear reader, it’s nice to have you there – wherever that may be. I’m sorry for the delay since the last post of frazzled travel to Thanksgiving in the paradise of Southern California. That was quite a road trip, wasn’t it? I needed a bit of a break after reliving all of that.
