It's hard to believe that we have been on the road for 3 months and this is the very first time that I have gotten to dry the laundry outside!
I know it is silly but I love being economical. We were at a metored electric site and every penny counts in this lifestyle. Oh fine, It was Richard's idea but I didn't put up a fight and that's the important part.
We spent a month in Mammoth Cave National Park in Kentucky
We got to tour a cave
go on a few bike rides
and do some extensive scooter sight-seeing to a model airplane show, strawberry festival, and barbeque festival.
At the beginning of our very long sight seeing day, we came across the remains of Bell's Tavern.
So rich in history and beautiful architecture, it is a shame that it burnt down. After taking the pictures and pondering the thought of everything that might have happened in that bar it made Rich and I chuckle as we read the sign.
To think, they had the formula for a panty dropping drink way back then.
The model airplane show was fun.
Against my recommendation to park away from the big boy bikes, Rich decided to park right in the middle of them.
To my surprise, a small gathering took place right by our scooter which happened to be the topic of discussion. It seems that those particular men were impressed at its size and miles per gallon. Not bad meep meep, not bad.
The strawberry festival might have been fun but the GPS took us on a VERY long route which ended up being beautiful but not in the interest of time. That's alright though, we got to have strawberry shortcake and play a round of cornhole all by ourselves as we got there 15 minutes before it was scheduled to be over.
We then headed to the BBQ festival to chow down on some delicious ribs but ended up splitting a chopped brisket sandwhich because when we got there at 5:00, they were wrapping it up for the night even though the internet information stated that it was going to be the hot spot of the town until 8:00. Bummer. So, I wanted to take a picture in front of the sign for a small, simplistic memory. As I was making a move toward the sign, Richard stopped to take a picture of this informational bulletin.
As you can see in the picture, I am headed to position myself for my picture and the man in the red shirt that also appears in the background is holding a box knife in his right hand. He apparently read my mind and had every intention of spoiling my memory making efforts and cut the sign down while I was in pursuit. Double bummer. I should have asked him to be in the picture with me holding up the sign and laughing, but the moment was ruined. I was laughing way to hard, and I was doing it in front of his face without any explanation. I hope for the sake of my memories he lies in bed at night wondering what the hell I was laughing at. On the way home that night on the scooter, it started pouring down rain 10 miles away from the rv park. Tripple bummer. As you all can imagine, after 200 miles, a sore caboose, and some memories that I did not plan on making, we were ready for our last Kentucky sight-seeing day to be over.
All in all, a pretty great month until we decided to leave 3 days early to beat the weekend traffic...bad move. 15 miles in to our journey due SW, I blew the right front trailer tire.
We changed it on the side of the road then drove 15 miles to the next exit, Bowling Green. There, we got to sit and wait for 2 1/2 hours while they put a new tire on the rim, even though our house was taking up the majority of their parking lot they decided there was no rush. We decided not to put the new tire on the house right then and kept on with our journey. 3 hours later, I blew the right rear trailer tire. We proceeded to put on the new tire that we had just bought and continue with our journey hoping that no other tires decided to pop on us as all of the tire shops were not as convenient as the first. We planned on staying in Little Rock, Arkansas for the evening but got a wonderful invitaion to campout on Aunt Diane and Uncle Mike's driveway. We accepted but we had to get there first! Richard was following the storms that were in the area and noticed that a particurlarly nasty storm was right over our heads. We decided to exit off of the highway and take shelter under the bridge. The 3 other cars that had the same idea were probably less than pleased when they saw that I was taking up 50 feet of shelter. Oh well, we got to see the storm chasers zoom by in all of the hail and tree limbs that were falling like rocks, then hear the national broadcast system report that a tornado dropped out of the sky just miles away from us. I fired up the engine and headed down the highway at a more speedy pace away from the tornado and we pulled in to Conway, Arkansas about 6 hours later then what we had originally planned on. Man...what a day! After 2 days in Conway, we headed in to Tulsa to visit his Mom before heading back to Edmond for a Bennett family picnic. Good times with the family made us feel better about the hardships that we had endured on our journey to get to them, but now we are off to become official South Dakotans. Move over Crazy Horse, there is a new crazy coming into town.
