It took a while to get here, driving some of the mountain roads in Arkansas were very interesting. My Dad was hanging on for dear life, I'm sure the song Wolf Creek Pass was going through his head.
When we arrived at the campground, the lady behind the counter came around and gave Marti a big hug and scared her to death, a hug from a total stranger. She didn't know that is the Escapee's tradition, to greet fellow Escapee members with a hug.
We got set up in a nice site.
We ran out to get a bite to eat and then toured Branson a bit. Branson is supposed to be a friendly place for a family to visit. Somebody forgot to tell this guy.
Then it was time to drive up to Springfield, Mo airport, to pick up Marti's sister Gail, who flew in from Rhode Island. It was a 60 mile trip up. And a 60 mile trip back. Plus a few bonus miles when the GPS got us lost.
So I'm now waiting for my tired butt to re-inflate.
Just for your information, my all time RV distance record is 750 miles in one day, we set it back in 2002 on one of our extreme, cross country blitzes in our former Class C motorhome.
Yes, it was crazy, but you already knew that about me. ;c)
Next, what happens when you put a male duck and a female duck together?
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