Sunny the RV Rides Again

 After months of deliberation, soul-searching, and world wide web searching we got an RV.  Since Gary is no longer tied to the dairy we decided we wanted to take real vacations from time to time. 

 Gary did quite a bit of shopping around before he found an RV in Illinois.  The we bought it from is a vlogger who did a sort of van life and traveled around the US.  She had decided to settle down.  But she had documented all of her journeys in this RV that she had named; "Sunny."  She had taken great care of Sunny, as had the owners before her, so he is in great shape for having so many years on him. 

Her YouTube Channel is "REDheaded Writing Hood," and you can go there and find Sunny's earlier adventures.  I am not a vlogger, and have no desire to be one, but I shall continue the story of his adventures here on this blog.

 We took Sunny for a maiden voyage, as it were, to Bennett Spring State Park here in Missouri, maybe a 20 drive from us.  The 4 of us went; Gary, Ellen and I, as well as Gail, Gary's sister.  Gail is vital to the Travels of Howard, as it were, because she does the map reading and road navigating, talks to keep Gary awake when he's driving, and grills killer hamburgers.  None of which skills fall into my area of expertise.  

 Anyway.  It is lovely at Bennett Spring.  It is a trout farm, and there are plenty of trout fishers out there.  They blow the siren to start fishing at 6:30 AM, and then again to stop the fishing at 8:30 PM. This weekend the campgrounds were all totally full.  It was fun driving around seeing all the other campers and their rigs.  

Here is a pic of people actually fishing right at the spring, which averages one hundred million gallons of water daily!  They have never been able to find the bottom of the spring due to the force which the water boils out of the hole. 


This tower had some sort of use back in the day; or maybe they even use it now, but it makes a picturesque scene.

We had a nice barbecue for supper.  

Below is Gary, after finally spending a night away from home in more than maybe 30 years! This was after breakfast this morning, which was after a rather restless night of trying to adjust to 4 sleeping in Sunny.  The beds were comfortable, but the inhabitants were a bit restless and every move rocked the boat, as it were.


 

Here are Ellen and I, with Sunny back behind us.


 We are looking forward to more adventures with Sunny.  He did a great job!


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Anonymous said…
No vacations for 30 years? Poor Gary! How exciting to get out and about!
July 24, 2022 at 10:46 PM
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