Packing and Organizing - Organizing and Packing Yo, Ho, Ho!

By PT PT

I now have less than two weeks before a month long road trip to visit good friends in Arizona, New Mexico, and Colorado. Just me, Beamer the Corgi and the little trailer that could, "Blue." I've been planning and spending for what seems like forever for this four-wheeled trail ride. And it's something I've wanted to do for quite some time just haven't had the means.

I purchased Blue, a little retro-looking T@DA trailer made by Dutchman in fall of 2024 and it's been sitting in the yard under a tarp all winter. I did manage to drive it out to the coast for a trial run about a month ago. Everything seems to be shipshape, at least for now. I DO need to practice my backing up skills, (understatement) and at some point I'd like to attach an awning to it but all systems are ready to go.

After visiting is over in June I'm planning to take my time on the way home to stop in Utah at a few locations to photograph some wild horse herds. (fingers crossed) Also something I've wanted to do for a very long time. I've been lucky enough to "catch" them a few times in Nevada while traveling through, but I've never able to spend a lot of time watching and photographing. They thrill me and I'm as excited for that part of the trip just as much as connecting with old friends and old places that I've lived. 



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