Showing posts with label Sir Duke. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sir Duke. Show all posts

Saturday, September 12, 2015

Day 4 - Indiana to Illinois to Missouri

Allie and "dirty" Duke

It was so chilly last night at the KOA in Terre Haute, IN that we actually needed to turn on our electric heater when we awoke. It was hovering about 54 degrees most of the morning and the decision to continue wearing capris led me to regret that choice well into the day. Like going from summer shoes to winter shoes, so do I resist the fashion change to pants. Alas, tomorrow, I shall succumb to wearing jeans. Meanwhile, our destination, Denver, boasts a high of 90 degrees. Go figure.

Today was a very interesting day filled with all sorts of unexpected occurrences. The first was getting trapped in a Pilot Service Station. Maneuvering a big rig that's towing a mid-sized car is quite a fete in a station that should, but does not, accommodate gas motor homes. Two vans parked in just the wrong spaces while "G" was pumping gas and blocked our only exit. "G" politely asked them to move and was met with only a bit of grumbling by one driver. 

While driving along I-70 in Illinois, we came upon the "Embarras River." A quick glance at the name had me thinking it was shy... We then came upon the cities of Montrose and Mt. Vernon, two very significant New York cities to me.

Okay, now comes the tourist-y part of our day. We stopped in Casey, IL to see the "World's Largest Wind Chime." Little did we know that we could have also seen the "World's Largest Knitting Needles," but we sure did see a pretty big rocking chair! Casey was a very quaint and charming town that had tree-lined streets, with low branches that scraped the top of Allie the whole ride down Main Street. We high-tailed it out of Casey quickly.

Observations of the day:

  • Mid-America is full of hard-working farmers,
  • Driving through makes me want a farm house with a Dutch Star on the unattached garage,
  • I can see why you would want a gun,
  • I-70 in Indiana is either decrepit or under much-needed construction,
  • I-70 is the straightest interstate I've ever travelled,
  • Corn grows in Indiana, Illinois and Missouri,
  • Walmart is a welcome friend when you need to park your RV,
  • We gained an hour and missed when it happened,
  • I can prep a meal while on I-70 and have it cook in the convection oven while rolling,
  • Lucy survived I-70 in Indiana and has been a terrific traveller!
Once dinner was done, we found a Walmart parking lot where we could just stop and eat. We moved to a Bass Pro Shop lot to spend the night. A better parking lot and more welcoming.

It was a long, crazy and fun day! I can't believe we made it all the way into Missouri, which means no sticker on the map for Illinois...

Hanging with the "big boys" in Indiana - do we look lopsided to you?


The photo of Missouri's welcome sign was too blurry to post.   :(


The sign says, "Chuck's Boots." I tried my best to catch the shot.

A comforting sign along the road
Casey, IL - "Big things in a small town."
The World's Largest Wind Chime and a really big rocking chair!



My only shot of the Mississippi River

The magnificent Stan Musial Veterans Memorial Bridge that spans the Mississippi River


A shot of the Missouri River


Dinner at a Missouri Walmart parking lot.
Deep thought for the day: At the end of a long day, there is nothing so comforting as crawling into your own bed (with those you love).

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Westward Ho


The long anticipated "Second Great Big Adventure" is finally underway. According to the GPS, we should be arriving in Larkspur, CO in 1810 miles or by 2pm tomorrow. Quite an optimistic prediction that doesn't take u-turns and detours into consideration. After all of our final goodbyes, well wishes, and warm embraces, we released the brake and rolled out of Croton Point Park. Although we left behind family and friends, they will be safely tucked in our hearts until we either meet again or return. 

We decided to just "wing it" this trip and did not make any reservations along our route, thus giving us the opportunity to stop whenever and wherever "G" has had enough time behind the wheel.

Our departure time from Croton was delayed due to some last minute errands and inexperience with our new tow set-up.  We no longer tow my little Sentra on Miss Dolly Parton, but flat-tow our Jeep Grand Cherokee. After we hook and unhook it a few more times, we will be able to save a lot of time and energy using this method. "G" outdid himself this time with hours of thorough research and self-installation of the flat-tow bar system, which saved us over $1000.  

Now that we are towing the Jeep, I needed to come up with a name for it. "G" would say, "it doesn't need a name," so without consulting him, I've decided to name it "The Grand Duke of Burgundy," or, in honor of Mr. Ellington, Sir Duke, for short. 

We have finally ended the northern course of the trip. From this point on, we are heading towards the setting sun. Our first pit stop was at the Pilot weigh scales, in Newburgh, NY where Allie weighed in just under her max gross weight.  Yikes!

Allie and Sir Duke, "G," me and Miss Kitty are now officially off on our Second Great Big Adventure: to Colorado and beyond and then on to Florida, where we will hibernate until spring.

Deep thought for the day:  "May the force be with us."


A last few photos of our last few days.



Mr. Stromboli!  Cugina Maurizio

Dear cousin Lisa

Happy times
Jon - fellow Tiflin owner

Cheers! "Charming" Charlie

"G" and Butch - where there's a will, there's a way.


The Chardonettes!

Saki buddy.

Officially on the road again.
Oh poop, I'm not in Kansas anymore. Lucy looking for all her doggie friends.


                    Sir Duke, in royal fashion