FO:
We’re safely ensconced at the Benton KOA in Benton, Illin-oys which for some
reason is pronounced Illin-oye, and we are impaled on the horns of a dilemma.
We have 502 miles left to drive to Ashville, NC. Should we do two full days at
250 miles each and arrive in Ashville three days early or do three days
easy-cruising and arrive there one day early?
This post is just a quick “Hi There” to let you know
we’re okay. We’ll do some research and let you know what we decide.
BTW: Yesterday our breakfast-at-a-rest-stop routine got
knocked off kilter by the simple fact that for the most part, secondary
highways don’t have rest stops. Although highways 24 and 61 in Missouri are beautiful
highways, four lanes divided and smooth as glass, there was not a rest stop to
be found until we got all the way to and through St. Louis, whereupon, we found
one on Interstate 64. By this time the Captain was gnawing hungrily on a table
leg and the FO was looking at the dogs in a whole new light.
The FO quickly made the Captain a grilled ham and cheese
sandwich (grill the ham, place the ham and two slices of Monster cheese (which
for some reason is spelled Muenster) on white bread, which has just a ghost of
mustard on each inside face, then grill the whole sandwich light brown), and
made his very own self a scrambled egg and cheese tortilla. It was either a
very late breakfast or an early lunch.
CO: On
our way to Benton, we drove past a beautiful Good Sam park tucked away in a
large stand of tall trees! We made a note of Whittington Woods RV Park on the
map for any return visit to this area. While this KOA where we’re staying is in
the woods, it’s also adjacent to a fairly busy highway with traffic noise.
While speaking of shudda-cudda-wudda places like the Good Sam park, we can
include the Frozen Custard stand in Sesser. I’ve been telling Frank for years
that there is another soft-serve ice cream besides Dairy Queen that my family
always liked better. There’s an ad for it in our KOA folder, but it’s on a road
north of here. Dang, I wanted to taste frozen custard again to see if I can
tell a difference compared to Dairy Queen. Since we aren’t unloading Maxwell on
these Hell-bent-for-leather overnights,
making a run for frozen custard isn’t really practical.
End Note: It’s pouring buckets of rainwater complete with
thunder and lightning as I write! It looks like we’re not getting out of here
anytime soon. So much for this morning’s weather report, “light scattered
showers, but no storms.”
“Catch you on the flip side.” (Quote from the movie Proof of Life)
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Combined Log
Frozen custard is to me as pressed pennies are to Frank. Worth going out of my way for. Fortunately Culvers has opened here and it's just as good as what we had as kids in Wisconsin. In fact, we tried it out the first week it opened and the place was swarming with Wisconsinites and other mid-westerners.
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