As I write this, I’m enjoying my very first breakfast in my camper, about 100 miles outside Anchorage. Yesterday, I got the keys to Molly, my new home on wheels for the next month. It’s a bit of an adjustment since I’ve never driven a camper before, but so far, I’m managing just fine.
The first day was mostly about getting organized: making sure I have plenty of extra blankets for when it gets colder, stocking up on groceries, including lots of water and long-lasting food and getting used to the camper itself. Driving, unpacking, finding a rhythm.
This morning, it’s a bit chillier, around 11 degrees with some rain. As I try to get this down, I’m also battling with a barely-there internet signal that keeps cutting out. The connection gets weaker the deeper I head into the wilderness. Soon, I’ll be continuing my route east of Anchorage, excited to see where the road takes me next.
