Adventures in LuLu

“Destiny is that that which we are drawn towards and Fate is that which we run into.” Wyatt Earp

By KG

I have decided to enter the author of the blog posts. Presumably everyone can tell when David writes as it sounds like “Captain’s log…star date…” Anyway.

Day three on the road. We are in Missouri. We had a big fright last night. We are trying to drive long distances during the day to get through the flat states and slowdown in Colorado and Utah. We did treat ourselves after leaving Kentucky and stopped at a well-reviewed fried chicken place, Dr. Huber’s Farm in Indiana. Joe Huber loves his name on stuff too. We decided to park in front.

Best thing about it is at that they decorate their propane tanks with geographically appropriate art. The fried chicken was as advertised and we left thinking about a nap rather than going on. But on we went. After nine hours in the car, we stopped at a conservation area in Pendleton, Missouri. This basically means a primitive campsite, only one as it turned out. We set up camp, had a fire and some chili and slept like people who had driven a fair distance that day.

At 430 am, a truck pulled into our camp area. Did I mention it is a single campsite? This is when the silliness started. David and I have clearly been living urban too long. We both started preparing for an encounter. He pulled out his knife which I mentioned he carries about like a talisman. I decided to change out of my fish PJs, telling David it is hard to look intimidating in them. I could tell by the look on his face he didn’t think I was that menacing looking in my jeans and “I am a unicorn” t-shirt either. Whatever.

We waited. Nothing happened. Truck kept idling. Nothing happened. Eventually I fell back asleep waiting for the Airstream invasion as I figured it could only help if I was well rested. By morning, the people in the truck were off in the brush looking for turkeys. “Shots fired,” David reported. Needless to say, we decided not to go hiking with the turkey bandits on the loose.

As we were packing up, David asked me what the funniest thing was that had happened so far. While scaring ourselves with storylines that might be in Breaking Bad was a close second, by far the funniest thing happened Monday morning before we left Kentucky. David was putting up the awning. It had rained all night and he didn’t realize that the rain had pooled on the awning. As he lowered one of the arms to get ready to release it, he gave himself a quick, cold and quite water-filled free shower. Makes me laugh just writing about it.

We are now on our way to Dodge City which seems appropriate after our brush with danger last night (at least in our heads). I am already practicing my quick draw and plan to challenge David to a duel in the streets of Dodge when we get there. We have to stop at the Flying J and find some good squirt guns so we can square off. David also has to dump the trailer and I can only hope this goes more smoothly than the awning.