Hello America! — Our 4,000 Mile Drive Home from the Yucatan Peninsula, Part 2

“Hello America, How are you! Here we are, we are your native sons!”

Just a version of Arlo Guthrie’s song, though of New Orleans, it can’t be wrong.

Our next adventure is to the Northwest, and we will try our very best

To make this run and have some fun with many sights to see.

Canoe on RV - Photo by J. Sharland

We had to smile at this thing we see, which was a canoe and a bike on a new RV. The speed limit signs were now in miles, and with drive-thru fast food, my hubby was all smiles. David Gray’s “Back in the World” seems just the right song to welcome us back after nothing went wrong.

COVID Graffiti - Photo by J. Sharland

Driving through land of the Native Americans, proved their concerns of COVID were real. The number of buildings painted with messages seemed likely to appeal to those not aware, so as not to despair, and the song “We are Warriors” by Avril Lavigne was sent out through the air.

Shiprock - Photo by J. Sharland

Shiprock. I couldn’t decide… Gene McDaniels “Tower of Strength” or Gene Pitney’s “Tower Tall”? I think it would be much more fun for us to sing them all.

Trash - Photo by J. Sharland

I see this pile that is not too old, but if it were I would have been bold and began to sing Steven Tyler’s “I Love Trash” ’cause I do, if it’s old and not ash.

Oasis - Photo by J. Sharland

“Midnight at the Oasis” isn’t the exact time, but Maria Muldaur’s song was what crossed my mind as we passed this desert place that makes me think there should have been camels coming to drink.

Lost, Lonely Highway — Photograph by J. Sharland

“(It’s A) Long Lonely Highway” by Elvis Presley. That says it best.

Cattle Drive — Photograph by J. Sharland

Frankie Laine’s song was what we’d sing as we saw this cattle drive and their words would ring: “Head ’em up, move ’em out!” and we would echo back, as if we were ridin’ with them out there on our tack. But it would be just a whisper to them with their reins, as our voices shouted out the old familiar refrain…“Rawhide!”

Casey’s RV Park — Photograph by J. Sharland

Our last stop. Casey’s Riverside RV Resort in Westfir, Or-e-gon, just a few miles away from our lovely home. I began playing, “Two Wounded Birds” by Gentry Bronson, since we both had wounded body parts from sitting on our bottoms, and unable to stretch our legs as much as was needed, the over 4000 miles we drove, advice should have been heeded. This song has a message of flying over the water, and over the sea, and you can be sure that next season, that’s where we will be….flying.

** If you missed our adventures driving across Mexico to get to the American border, go back and read Part 1.