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10 states. 4 campsites. 56 hours. 2 humans. 1 dog. 3,580 miles.
These were the stats from my summer vacation, which this year was spent driving across America’s Bread Basket to Akron, Ohio, for a long overdue visit and back. While not as exotic as a European holiday per se (I personally was still not ready to take flight, let alone overseas), my guy and I opted for “van life,” renting a rig from our friends at Rossmönster for the better part of August.
We made a trip down to company headquarters in Longmont to pick up the Rossmönster “Telluride” model — a 19-foot Mercedes-Benz Sprinter 4×4 — and returned home to Snowmass Village to gear up for life on the road. The next morning, our adventure officially began as we backtracked over Independence Pass to I-70, the route we remained on until we reached the Buckeye State’s capitol of Columbus, when we turned north for the final 125-mile stretch — arriving in my parents’ driveway just before midnight.
