Moochdocking

We spent a quiet night at the Cracker Barrel parking lot.  It was really quiet, almost so quiet that it seemed creepy, like we were the last people on Earth after some great catastrophe.  I got up several times during the night checking for zombies.  Fortunately, none came to bother us.

Actually, I got up to check the weather, some heavy thunderstorms rolled through the area.  You can’t be too careful in Tornado Alley this time of year.  No tornadoes bothered us, either.  That’s a good thing because Oz is not on our Bucket List.

We had a nice breakfast at Cracker Barrel, the least we could do for having a nice place to stay for the night. One thing we enjoy about Cracker Barrels, besides the food, are the things they have around for decorations.  One item here might just be the ticket for RVers needing to have laundry facilities in their rig when they’re boondocking.  Who knows, it might be the next great thing…   

We needed to top off the Journey’s fuel tank, as well as dump the holding tanks.  Searching on line (love our Millenicom MiFi) we located a Petro Travel Plaza that had a dump station.

They also had a lane for RVs needing diesel with car sized fuel nozzles.  No wrestling those heavy truck nozzles.

Not only were we able to dump the tanks for free ($8 if you don’t purchase fuel), but the cashier gave me the cash price using my debit card instead of a credit card price, saving me 7 cents per gallon.  Better than a Flying J.  We’ll definitely use this place again, it was in Napoleon, Ohio, in case you’re traveling this way.

We traveled 213 miles today to get to our destination.  A few items slowed us down.  A long, long train,

and this poor trucker carrying an extremely long bridge part.  He couldn’t make the swing off the highway, and he backed and pulled forward for about ten minutes trying to make the turn.  We felt bad for the trucker, knowing how difficult jockeying a large vehicle around can be.

We arrived at Marti’s sister’s where we have a nice Moochdocking spot right in front of her house, the last house on a dead end.  We’ll probably be here until Thursday when we head back to South Carolina.

This made the trip worthwhile, Marti and her sister Anne:

Tomorrow I’m taking the Element to the nearby Honda dealer.  I hope I can nurse it there, it bucks and almost stalls when I step on the gas.  This is one of those times that pesky “Check Engine” light really indicates a real problem.

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