Pink Piggie Travels

     We rolled into Golden, Colorado with the feeling that maybe—just maybe—our string of mechanical woes was finally behind us. Our home for the week was Clear Creek RV Park . It’s a beautiful spot nestled right by the creek but let me tell you—this place is tight . Thankfully, I travel with one of the best navigators in the game, and she guided us in like a pro.      One major motivation for making it to Golden on time? Seeing Jodi’s favorite band, Here Come the Mummies . We made it, and as always, their concert was an absolute blast. 🥧 Estes Park Adventures & Creepy Hotel Vibes      The next day, we geared up for a ride north to Estes Park . With winding roads and stunning views, the ride itself was half the fun. We found a charming little diner called You Need Pie —and yes, we did! Sandwiches were solid, but the pie really hit the spot.      After lunch, we headed over to one of our most anticipated stops: The Stanley ...

       We were up early, determined to make it to Crater of Diamonds State Park in Arkansas. The roads, however, had other plans. At one point, it felt like the fillings in my teeth were being shaken loose. Just before reaching the campground, trouble decided to tag along—again. As we approached our campground, I noticed something unsettling: if I held the brakes too long, the air pressure would drop, eventually triggering the parking brake. I had to sit and wait for the pressure to build back up before I could release the brake and move again. Not a fun game to play on winding roads. But, in the end, we made it to our campsite and parked for the week. The next morning, I called a mobile RV tech who, luckily, was just down the road. A couple of hours later he showed up, crawled under the RV, and quickly diagnosed the problem: a damaged master air cylinder. Of course, he didn’t have one on hand—it had to be ordered. But good news! It’d arrive just in time for our Thur...

  It was supposed to be a short travel day while helping transport three Cocker Spaniels to their new forever home. Jodi, who does occasional work with animal rescues, had arranged to pick up the dogs, and we met just off I-75 for the handoff. It was a tough goodbye for the woman surrendering them—there were tears, hugs, and heartfelt thanks. But once the pups were loaded and settled, we headed west toward Tallahassee to meet the next leg of the transport chain. Then, everything changed. Just outside Lake City, only a mile from I-10, the RV suddenly lost power. I smelled burning rubber, saw smoke in the mirrors, and quickly steered us to the shoulder. We jumped out, fire extinguisher in hand, expecting the worst. Thankfully, it wasn’t a fire—but something was clearly wrong with the engine, and it was a holiday weekend. Roadside assistance options were slim, and the company we were contracted with wanted to tow us backward to Jacksonville—completely the wrong direction—and couldn’t...