We drove 4,087 miles in four weeks, across Idaho, Nevada, Utah, Wyoming, Montana, Washington and Oregon Looking For Yogi, and guess what? He was here all along.

We planned for an early start. The alarm clock buzzed at 6:30am, but needless to say I didn’t get up until 7:00am. A quick coffee, slice of bread and jam and a splash in the kitchen sink (the RV’s bathroom tap has given up for good) and we were on the road for our 322 mile dash to Idaho.

I knew this holiday would be like one big field trip the moment it was dreamed up; what I didn’t know was quite how amazing this stuff would be in real life.

We’d aimed to set out earlier, but rolled out of the Pony Express RV Resort, in Salt Lake City, just after 9:00am for the long drive north out of Utah and back into Idaho.

The first of our Looking For Yogi videos and one where we see the return, by poopular request, of the (in)famous poopy pipe.

Until Dad told me, I thought we were only going to six states too. So if our seventh state is a surprise to you, imagine what it must be like for me.

This morning we filled the RV’s tank with $77.16 worth of unleaded, I grabbed a coffee and a donut and we set off on one of the trip’s longest driving days — 231 miles south-east from the starting (and finishing) line in Boise to Elko, Nevada.

After a minor cab-related confusion we took a $70 taxi ride from our one night stop hotel in Boise to Cruise America’s rental depot in Caldwell, 25 miles west up i84.

I like Boise. I always like the American countryside—I much prefer it to the cities—but there is something I really like about Idaho.

“We had a pretty good flight all things considered, although it was painfully uneventful.  There were some good films on and I had music so it wasn’t too bad.  Our hotel is quite nice and I can now get WiFi so I’ll be able to talk to you and other people.”

Sound familiar?

We’re packed and ready to go Looking For Yogi. One of the things I’m planning on doing while we’re away is to quit smoking, because for the last twenty-seven years I’ve not exactly been smarter than the average bear.

We just can’t stay off the road. Two years since our last road trip when we drove an RV from Phoenix to Minneapolis, we’re again heading back West and this time we’re Looking for Yogi.