Here it is...Launch day to the Dakotas. Planning couldn't have gone smoother. Our plan was to be on the road by 9am Friday, and we able leave on time at 1:50pm. This is a record for the Cashen-Williams Klan (or is it Clan, maybe Clam)...I'll leave that for another day to figure out. In any case, getting a motor home ready for a 14 day trip came down to a lot of sweat and effort. First of all, do I bring Dagger Falls IPA, or go with a hat-trick and pack the fridge with some other quafable IPA. For the record I brought Bodizofa as we are heading to the Bad Lands of South Dakota, and that sounded both cool and manly. Once packed and I had my second shower in the morning it was all pointed East.
The road trip was celebrated along the way by our typical "Did you remember". Did you remember to feed the cats? Did you remember to pack the bug-spray? Did you remember to close the garage? But it took us until 250 miles before someone asked the pertanent question of "Did you remember the cork screw?" That was almost panic, as you know it was 250 miles, and the sun was coming down.
After Idaho Falls, it was the desparate look for a camp ground so that we could utilize that cork screw we actuall did remember to bring. First stop was down a dusty ol forest road; which was dusty. We past by campsite after campsite only to have children from deliverence staring us over and wondering where is this big rig going to end up. Not in your banjo dreams little sonny. We were off and out to hopefully a less dusty and quiter location. Some miles down the road we found an old Forest Site/Children camp school that was abandoned and totally very Norman Bates level safe. At this point all I can think of was did you remember where you put the cork-screw.
So here we are setup in the corn field maybe 20 miles from the Wyoming border sipping our wine and loading the guns. But, the sunset is awesome.