Last week, the Voyager travelled through the tallest forest in the world, crossed the most famous bridge in America and felt the spray of the Pacific Ocean on its wind shield once again. In week four the journey heads inland to the very heart of California before doing a quick U-turn to continue down the Pacific coast towards the city of angels.
Last week, the Voyager made safe passage across a tricky national border, survived a forest fire and lost a race to a Montanan bar. In week three the journey continues South along the Pacific coast through the tallest forest in the world and on towards an iconic American city.
In its first seven days the Voyager has ascended high mountain roads, camped next to glaciers, visited two national parks and crossed a provincial border. In week two the backdrop of The Rockies remain as the journey heads South, across the American border, into Montana for a meeting in Missoula.
Welcome to my journal. What you are about to read is the factual goings-on of four people, three from Wales and one from South Korea, driving two elderly minivans with a entire continent to break-down around.
Fresh off of the plane from arctic Anchorage and Summer was well and truly under way in VanCity.
A long winding climb in the cold Alaskan dusk led us up to Hatcher Pass.
Time to head beyond the wall to the most Northerly part of my North American journey, and quite possibly the furthest North I will ever go.
From the island of O'ahu in the middle of the Pacific, to Bowen island just off the coast of West Vancouver.
It was the morning after the night before, although that is always the case, and I had to catch a bus to Wai'anae Boat Harbor on the West Coast of O'ahu.
Aloha! Welcome to O'ahu. What better way to start my journey across America than in Hawaii.
