The Glamper was backed ably down the long and winding driveway by Dr. J. Due to the close proximity to our house's back steps and kitchen wall, and to the neighbor's central air unit, and to some question of how to make The Glamper do what we want it to, it only took 30 minutes to go 100 feet. By my calculations, that is 3.33 feet per minute and one year of my life. Dr. J. concurs with these estimates.
We pulled out of our Midwestern town near Lake Michigan at 1:20 p.m. and ran just a few important errands:
- Purchase a styrofoam cooler and some ice? Check.
- Stop at the bank to cash in $35 in pennies? Check.
- Pull into Burlington RV to install one missing lug? Check.
As I write this, it's 8:48 p.m. The day's activities have been significantly enhanced and smoothed by the presence of Acepromazine in the fur kids' systems--25 MG for Pickles and Tiny, and 12.5 MG for Ollie. The dogs are quietly sleeping in their respective cages in Jeepy's way back, and if Ollie is screaming in the Glamper (per usual), we are blissfully unaware of it. Seriously, though, we check on him at all the stops and he appears to be comfortable.
Today's license plates:
- Illinos
- Wisconsin
- Minnesota
- Connecticut
- Missouri
- New York
- Indiana
- West Virginny
- Pennsylvania
Points of interest we wish we had visited: Adult Novelties and Bakery on I-90 in Wisconsin.
Smells we didn't need: Something over the city of LaCrosse. We thought one of the dogs had pooed.
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Updates made 6/7/11:
Monday's mileage: 380, ending at Albert Lea KOA in Minnesota
Things we wish we had done: Spam Factory tour
Open observation: There is nothing eerier than a field of windmills at dusk.
Open questions:
1. What goes on at the Hormel Institute?
2. Do the students at the Hormel Institute play in the same collegiate division as those at the Ponds Institute?
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