Day three, Shenandoah River State Park, Virginia

A lazy day for a tired dog. It didn't take her long to figure out all my previous dogs habit of retreating to the tent at the very first opportunity to do so. I would say that by now Annie is completely acclimated to life on the road.


One of the things that I also wanted to watch very carefully on this trip was how I would fare by staying in one place for two or more days. I've done it before, but that was only to rest and stock up after pretty intensive legs of the trips. So far, if two days is any indication, I've learned how to not only appreciate it, but to exploit it. The problem is, if I try this on one of my 45 day adventure, that automatically turns into at least 90 days. And then, there's always the 2016 trip during which, after one episode after another, a 45 day trip turned into 120 days. But I have to remember that, while I might have concerned myself about that with the Defender, I'm not too worried if that happens with the Grenadier.

Ed and Annie, on the road.