Rolling out this morning, I was very glad the Journey was not a sailboat. With an extremely strong headwind, a sailboat would have to tack back and forth to make any headway. As it was, the wind was so strong, I watched my mpg slide down further and further. Some days you can’t win and have to press on regardless. It is certainly better than the alternative…working for a living!
We decided to stop along the way at a casino to have lunch. We knew we’d have no trouble parking the Journey and toad so we pulled into the Lady Luck casino.
Well, somebody forgot to tell the lady that we needed luck because our luck ran out immediately, they had no buffet (that most casinos do have), so we had to settle for their restaurant. The service was incredible, so bad it was incredible. With a very light crowd, we waited over a half hour for our food (a burger and a BLT). Umm, we’re not stopping here again, And we didn’t even put so much as a quarter in a slot machine, have to save all my quarters for diesel fuel.
Heading back out on the wind blown highway, with no cars or trucks anywhere near us, we heard a “CRACK!!!” and a chip appeared at the top of the driver’s side windshield. We couldn’t figure out how we got hit up there, over 10 feet off the ground, with nothing around to have dropped or bounced a rock up that high.
We determined either rocks can fly, or we got hit with a bug wearing a crash helmet. :cD
It’s a lousy picture, but if you look at the tree in the picture,the white spot the middle of it is the chip, about the size of a quarter.
I’m not upset at all, because the windshield already has a crack and we’re getting it replaced at the Winnebago factory service center in May. Class A motorhome windshields are rock magnets.
We decided to again use our Passport America membership and find a participating campground for the night. After getting lost from the poor directions and driving 20 miles out of our way, our monetary savings went out the window. But we finally made it, and found a nice pull through FHU site, surrounded by…
Mud. Thick, ooey, gooey mud.
The mud turned into a blessing. When I went to dump the black tank, our Rhino Flex sewer hose split open! Gak!!!
Fortunately I was able to close the black tank valve immediately, then I opened the gray tank valve for a moment to flush the hose. The mud sucked up the mess, so with just a little water wash down with a hose, there was no sign of any spillage. Phew! No P-U…
Who’d have ever thought I’d be happy to have a campsite in the mud?
Just another wonderful day on the road, despite the challenges, we wouldn’t trade this life for anything. We’re Happy, Happy, Happy! :c)
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