When You Come to the End of a Perfect Day and the bed ain't made
Paid more to stay at the Quality Inn after the "volunteer" ($5.00 tip) who washed my windshield said the Motel 6 was "drug infested." Opened the door on the last room to stripped beds, no towels used, cup for an ashtray. Called Keesha, the night clerk- and told her I was an "old cowboy from Wyoming" and could make do-just don't blame me for no bedding. Looked assiduously for signs of "hot monkey love" not from a prurient standpoint but for hygienic reasons. I think we are ok. Buster has had a good scratch on both mattress pads-so there!
I asked the owner of the Radio Shack where I was this morning. He was taken aback then admitted he never knew what day it was. Turns out I spent the night in Marion, Illinois. Also got an oil change there from a kid who grew up in Cheyenne. I left there about 10:00 a.m.
The Garmin took me far and away from the route I plotted at home which was mostly along Interstates-which I am not crazy about unless pressed for time. We went through the most picturesque parts of Kentucky, Tennessee and Alabama- not a single picture was taken because the roads were good but too narrow to allow stops. Mostly highway 41-we went past Army Posts-Fort Campbell, KY- home of the Screaming Eagles and another in Alabama. The hills rolled-the fall foliage was crimson and gold and brown and the fields and lawns were green. One place would be a ramshackle house where you might expect to see a granny smoking a corn-cob pipe on the porch, the next, a massive brick pile of recent construction with a Dodge Ram diesel and a Lexus, the next a mobile home, decrepit barns dotted the hillsides. All peacefully co-exist-the kind of eclecticism I love. General Stores, generally selling beer and gasoline, were strung out between historic old towns- some thriving, some dying. Washed the Van at some little burg with the most generous washer timer I have ever seen. The other drivers were mostly polite and safe-even when it was bumper to bumper practically from Birmingham to Montgomery AL. Had phone calls from Matt, Jason and Rich. It really was an enjoyable drive.
I asked the owner of the Radio Shack where I was this morning. He was taken aback then admitted he never knew what day it was. Turns out I spent the night in Marion, Illinois. Also got an oil change there from a kid who grew up in Cheyenne. I left there about 10:00 a.m.
The Garmin took me far and away from the route I plotted at home which was mostly along Interstates-which I am not crazy about unless pressed for time. We went through the most picturesque parts of Kentucky, Tennessee and Alabama- not a single picture was taken because the roads were good but too narrow to allow stops. Mostly highway 41-we went past Army Posts-Fort Campbell, KY- home of the Screaming Eagles and another in Alabama. The hills rolled-the fall foliage was crimson and gold and brown and the fields and lawns were green. One place would be a ramshackle house where you might expect to see a granny smoking a corn-cob pipe on the porch, the next, a massive brick pile of recent construction with a Dodge Ram diesel and a Lexus, the next a mobile home, decrepit barns dotted the hillsides. All peacefully co-exist-the kind of eclecticism I love. General Stores, generally selling beer and gasoline, were strung out between historic old towns- some thriving, some dying. Washed the Van at some little burg with the most generous washer timer I have ever seen. The other drivers were mostly polite and safe-even when it was bumper to bumper practically from Birmingham to Montgomery AL. Had phone calls from Matt, Jason and Rich. It really was an enjoyable drive.
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