Thru the desert of New Mexico and Texas’ west. Lonely landsacapes full of flowers, pretty rough’n’rundown villages.
Out of Las Vegas. South-east to the Mexicyn border. Small towns; desert; some national parks; America western style. Few Mexicans.
Back in Swizzyland. Leaving sleepy Laufaburg for more lively Lucerne. And difficult decisions to take due to the insecurity in the places we want to visit soon – at least as we’ve learned from certain sources.
Further along California’s coast. Beach resorts, Big Sur and the way to Las Vegas to prepare for this year’s hibernation.
We’re in California. Along the Pacific Coast to San Francisco. It’s summer holidays. Everybody at the sea, all crowded, full. Queuing-up wherever you can imagine. Definitely for overlanders not the time to visit. Nevertheless, traveling a long time also means to survive peak periods.
An epic journey along Oregon’s pacific coast. A somehow inconsistent mix of georgeous, well protected seashores and crowded beach resorts with all (in)conveniences of the American way of life.
The Lower 48 – what the hell is that? Easy. It means the Lower Contiguous 48 States of the United States, usually in comparison to Alaska, which is separated from the first 48 states by Canada. Of course, Hawaii is not part of the game – who bothers for small islands. Ok? Our long journey…
Another circle in Alaska: Denali Highway, an aerial view of the Kluane Icefield and the long way to British Columbia, Canada.
Alaska’s Riviera – rather not a sunbathing hotspot. Marine wildlife living in the icy sea of Kenai Fjords National Park and Prince William Sound west of Valdez and the glaciers near Kennicott.
Breaking news: on 18th June we reach the 49th State Brewing Company in Anchorage, Alaska. We have an Indian Pale Ale. Some consider this the only reason why we’ve travelled from Lesotho to here. Probably there are a few other arguments.