Shirley won 9 bucks in the casino after our $2.99 breakfast at the Fireside Casino where we had spent the night with complementary RV parking including water and electric hookup. I don’t think the casino really envisioned people rolling in to stay a night for free, win enough to eat breakfast free, and then rested, full, and showered, leave not to be seen again at least for the rest of the year, if ever.
PauI got up this morning, started the coffee and went outside with the right rearview mirror under his arm. Before he fell asleep last night he figured out a possible fix to get us all the way home. So he was out there with toothpicks and wood glue banging and screwing the mirror back on to the side of the RV. It was re installed before the coffee was even finished brewing. I went out and checked his work, and I really think it was installed better than when they bought the RV.
We head back on the road at 9:30 am to fight the wind and rain for the remainder of the day. Today was fairly uneventful. No pepper spray in my eyes when I drove, and nothing broke or fell off of the RV. Midday, after seeing the waterlogged farm fields as we made our way across Missouri, we switched the destination for the day and picked a campground that indicated a good gravel base. I was driving the last leg this day, and exited I-44 at the correct ramp. Only problem was after we drove toward the campground a sign indicated the place wasn’t opening until May. Well, there wasn’t much room to maneuver, so we kept driving down this narrow road searching for a good place to turn around. After a couple of miles, we saw indications that maybe this narrow road would lead us back out to the Interstate, so we kept on. Paul kept reminding me to take my half of the road in the middle because there wasn’t a shoulder to speak of and the RV was easily as wide or wider than the lane. So we kept motoring along with me driving a touch to the left of the center line. Every once in awhile we would come up next to the Interstate and drive a short time next to it, but we weren’t seeing a way back on. About this time we realized we were on the ‘Old Route 66’. Traveled a few more miles down the road until we finally came upon a ramp back on the Interstate.
So my adventure was complete, we ‘got our kicks on Route 66’. Now I've heard the songs about this highway, but I couldn't remember any of them, and when I asked Paul and Shirley if they remembered so we could sing while we weaved our way back to the Interstate, they weren't much help. Anyway, we headed to the original campground and found it was now called Ladybug instead of Blue Moon, and the new owners had graveled it the year before. All was good. While talking with the new owner we find out he’s spent the last 38 years driving cattle to slaughter houses all over the U.S, and this was his retirement project. He’s delivered cattle all over Wisconsin including to Green Bay and Milwaukee. Didn’t really realize they truck cattle from Southern Missouri to Green Bay to create next week’s quarter pounder.
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