Just how far can we drive in one day?
July 31, 2008
We are nearing the Kentucky/Illinois line and trying to determine a stopping place. Our friends from Troy are maybe 15 miles ahead of us. I should have mentioned Richard was dropping his granddaughter, a Pike Liberal Arts student, off in Athens and he and William (that’s Willem) are heading on to Sturgis. We had a long stop for gas and a sandwich at an Arby’s.
We have traveled 525 miles and are just coming into Paducah, wehre we see the Harley Davidson dealership right off Interstate 24. OK. I remember why I’m on this trip now.
We had another little upset. Stopped just north of Nashville and found a water leak under the kitchen sink in the camper. Not much water, but it was spraying. There are a LOT of really bumpy roads so we figure the hose must have worked loose. We wedged it with a bottle of cooking oil. Nowhere near an open flame, I am hoping.
Anyone who has ever RVed it needs to see Robin Williams in RV. There is a lot of truth in the humor.
We are guessing we will be spending the night somewhere in Missouri off I-70. I know the road well. Used to live in Kansas City and drove the KC to St. Louis route a few times before.
I am scanning the All Things Sturgis book that the husband printed off the Internet. Some of the oddities—the definition of nudity as it relates to women’s breasts. In an interview with the police chief, he said three bandaids is enough coverage. What?! I’d like to see three band-aids in Dothan. Well, actually not. And there’s also a directory of where to see nude women. Good thing the husband is not interested in those things.
I am going to Sturgis for the scenery, folks, and I don’t mean THAT kind of scenery.
It’s 9 p.m. and I am weary. Someone just flagged us down on I-24. We left the steps on the camper down. OK, I left the steps on the camper down.
“Welcome to Illinois,“ the sign reads.
