Roads to Disney
Temperatures were perfect for road travel: 50 degrees and a light westerly breeze that would push us all the way to Baton Rouge. After a light breakfast, we made the final preparations for departure and left Central Texas just after sunrise.
By mid-morning, we arrived in Waller, our last stop in Texas. We grabbed a couple of barbeque sandwiches, capped off the tank, and hit the road again. Usually, we take time to eat before we drive, but we wanted to get through Houston before getting bogged down in the mid-day traffic. As we approached the city from the west, I suddenly noticed a pain in my left lower jaw while carelessly chomping down my chopped beef; it was the third tooth from the back. I had a dentist appointment scheduled to replace the filling in that exact tooth on March 27th, but that was still a few weeks away. I took an aspirin for the pain and kept cruising down the road. Slow it down, boy.
Our two-week travel plan to Disney World from central Texas included a six-hundred-mile side trip through North Carolina. The journey began with Houston, Beaumont, Lake Charles, Baton Rouge, Gulfport, Mobile, Tallahassee, Gainesville, and Orlando to Disney World, then returned to central Texas, roundaboutly, via Savannah, Raleigh, Atlanta, Birmingham, Jackson, Shreveport, and Martin Creek Lake State Park. We would be home on Friday, March 14th, if all went as planned. The trek would add over 3,000 miles to our six-year-old tow vehicle and 30-foot travel trailer, but we were ready. A couple of weeks prior, I had replaced all the tires on the truck and trailer, greased the wheel bearings, filled the propane tanks, inspected the roof, and tested the electrical system, among other maintenance items. The more you do, the more confidence you will have with your equipment while traveling far from home.
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It wasn't our first RV trip from Central Texas to Disney World; it was our fourth, however, and even though we traveled the same roads each time, there was always something notably different about each trip.
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On our first trip, we camped overnight at Village Creek State Park north of Beaumont. When we arrived, the park staff wouldn't let us check in until they confirmed that an escaped killer wasn't taking refuge in the Park.
"An escaped killer? Really?" I said.
"Yeah, it happens from time to time," said the park ranger.
"It does?"
No response.
After a while, a call came in over the radio: All is clear! We got set up in one of the campsites and hiked trails that weren't too muddy from recent rains. About one hundred yards into the hike, we paused in the middle of a bridge spanning a small creek.
"Look! There's a water moccasin!" I said.
"There's two more coiled up on the bank!" Tammy exclaimed.
A little further along the trail, we saw a fat section of a rat snake - no telling how long it was. On the way back to camp, a copperhead stopped us in our tracks as it slithered across the road, not five feet in front of us. We had never seen that many snakes on one hike in our lives. If I had only two words to describe Village Creek State Park, it would be KILLERS-n-SNAKES.
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On our second trip, we were on the final stretch of the Florida Turnpike toward Disney's Fort Wilderness Campground. Traffic froze. Drivers got out of their vehicles, trying to look ahead to determine the root cause of the holdup, but we were too far back to see anything. After about an hour, the traffic began moving, albeit slowly, as it always seems to, with no evidence to account for the delay. Later, we heard on the news that the police had pulled a truck driver over for speeding. They reported that the driver, naked, jumped out of her 18-wheeler and ran from the cops - the police eventually caught up with and arrested the woman - the commotion caused traffic to back up for miles on the turnpike. That was the end of the report. Really? Who cares about traffic when you have a juicy story like that? Why was she naked? Was she drunk? High? How old was she? Did she always drive naked? Did she have any interesting tattoos? Did the cops have to wrestle her to the ground? Grind her nose in the dirt? We would never find out either; the news is well-known for not covering all sides of a story.
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Our previous RV trip to Disney World was the year of COVID, 2020, a month before the worldwide lockdowns began. We were on the second travel day of our trip to Disney. The forecast called for rain that Sunday, mostly overnight. We left Baton Rouge before sunrise for another seven-hour drive to Suwanee River State Park, Florida. The first hour of the trip was through monsoonal rain - we drove slowly through the deluge and stopped in Covington for breakfast. We poked around in the restaurant's gift shop for about an hour after we ate, hoping the rain would let up. It didn't. We knew our driving schedule would put us close to a sundown arrival at Suwanee River, and the time we burned at the restaurant made it inevitable. We pushed eastward through steady light rain in Mississippi and Alabama and stopped in Robertsdale for gas and snack food. We spent more time there than planned and were back on the road with 300 miles of driving ahead of us. It was mid-afternoon when we suddenly realized we would lose another hour after we crossed into the Eastern Time Zone west of Tallahassee. It would be dark when we arrived at our destination, and we had never been to Suwanee River State Park before. After passing Tallahassee, the sun disappeared, and night was upon us, and we were still 60 miles away from the exit to Suwanee River.
After exiting I-10, with 11 miles still left to travel. Our GPS steered us down a winding, narrow, unmarked two-laner (through some farmer's backyard, I think) and dropped us onto Highway 90. As instructed, we took a right and drove three and a half miles to a road that was supposed to take us directly to the Park. We didn't see any park signs, but we were exhausted and, without question, trusted our GPS's recommendations and proceeded down the dark, poorly marked road. We turned left, about a mile ahead, through an opening in a split-rail fence with a single 'Alcohol Prohibited' state-park-style sign at the entrance, which was encouraging, but after we turned, the pavement dropped a few feet, then suddenly ended, leaving us in a grassy field that was beginning to flood from the never-ending rain. You have arrived!, was the GPS's message. Is this a joke? There was no apparent way to turn around either. On the other side of the field was a small padlocked gate about 50 feet away. Using my truck's headlights, I waded across the watery field to see if the combination on the lock matched the code the park staff provided. No dice; there was no way this was the entrance to the Park.
I walked back to our rig to study the position of the trailer, the road, and all the obstacles involved to envision a series of maneuvers I would need to execute to back our truck and trailer onto the road again.
"Let's get out of here!" Tammy said. "This place is spooky."
"It will be tricky backing out of here in the dark," I said. "I have examined the situation, but I might have missed something. Holler if you think I might hit a tree or a post."
"Okay, just take it slow!"
In the steady rain, I lowered the windows on my truck to hear Tammy if she were to call out. Behind the wheel, blind as a Mexican free-tailed bat, I carefully began jack-knifing our 30-foot trailer back onto the pitch-black road using only the fading memory of our predicament for guidance. I couldn't see Tammy; it was just too dark. After a few minutes, a silhouette emerged from a small house across the road and lit a cigarette as it walked toward us. Is that a man? A human, for sure. Probably an axe murderer; it would be the perfect end to this RV thriller nightmare of a day.
"Are you guys on vacation?" he asked as he got closer - strange question.
"Yes," Tammy replied, surprised.
"I've never been on a real vacation," he said. "The closest time was when I got hurt at work and had to stay home for a few days."
This knucklehead is harmless. But I wasn't in the mood for small talk. I was tired, wet, and irritated, and my trailer was sinking in the mud. I put my truck in Park, hopped out, and walked toward him.
"Hello, Sir. Can you tell us where the entrance to Suwanee River State Park is?"
"Yes. Go back out to Highway 90 and take a left. It is about a mile past the Suwanee River Bridge," he said.
"Thank you! Our GPS pointed us to this gate."
"It happens all of the time," he replied. "but usually not on rainy nights."
"Now, if I can just finish getting my trailer back onto the pavement," I said. "I should be in good shape."
"You're doing much better than I could," he said. "You must be a truck driver."
"I used to be," I said, smiling.
A few minutes later, we managed to get our trailer back onto the asphalt and pointed in the right direction. We thanked the friendly Suwanee-River-Axe-Murderer for his help directing us to the REAL entrance.
Later, I thought about what the man had said, "You must be a truck driver." I never thought, 40 years ago, when I drove an 18-wheeler, that my truck driving skills would somehow bail me out of some future pickle.
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Other events occurred while traveling on our first three Disney trips; you can't motor thousands of miles pulling a travel trailer without a single amusing story to share. Shall we get back to our current voyage?
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In mid-afternoon, still on day one, we exited I-10 at Lake Charles, parked in the back of a Cracker Barrel, and enjoyed chicken-fried steaks for lunch. After eating, I felt a little tooth pain and took a remedial dose of aspirin. While walking to our RV, we found a new fifth-wheel combination had slipped in behind us. I caught the eye of a fellow with his wife setting up camp in the parking lot.
"Are you guys staying overnight?" I asked.
"Yeah, we try to stay at Cracker Barrels whenever possible," he said. "You can save money and time while traveling."
"Yeah, we heard they allow RVs overnight. We might try it sometime on this trip. We have three days at the end where we don't have any planned overnight stays."
"You won't regret it. You can stop whenever you get tired instead of trying to reach some RV park you reserved in advance. There's always a Cracker Barrel somewhere nearby."
"Thanks for the tip. Where are you guys headed?"
"We have been in Key West for a few months but need to head back to Houston for doctor visits," he said, looking disappointed.
"I hear ya, brother. Safe travels."
We still had two and a half hours of driving left of our first and longest, seven-and-a-half-hour travel day of the trip. We ran into heavy stop-n-go traffic while crossing the Horace Wilkinson Bridge (1968) over the Mississippi River at Baton Rouge. The bridge, well-known for daily backups, threatened our arrival time, but the traffic gods were on our side, and we managed to escape the worst of the congestion, checked into our campsite before the office closed, and rolled into our level campsite while there was still light in the sky. On one-night stays, we typically leave the trailer attached to the truck for quick morning departures. Once I connected the power and water, I relaxed a little and cracked open my first tasty beer of the trip.
My throbbing tooth woke me in the middle of the night. I took more pills and, before long, fell back to sleep.
We left our KOA campsite at dawn, drove 70 miles east on I-12, and stopped at a coffee shop in Covington, La., for a quick breakfast before continuing our second longest travel day of the trip (so far), seven hours, through Slidell, Gulfport, Mobile, and Tallahassee. The roads were dry, unlike the monsoonal rain of 2020, but we fought a slight headwind the entire trek to Madison, Florida; it didn't slow us down but decreased our gas mileage below 8 MPG and forced us to stop for gas twice before reaching Madison RV Golf Resort. When you're white-knuckling a gusty headwind, it makes for a tiring day of travel. It was well after dark when we pulled into our campsite. Some campers nearby had a fire going and were enjoying adult beverages. Good plan, I thought as I grabbed a "cold one" from my ice chest to sip on while setting up camp.
We woke early and made potato, egg, and sausage tacos for breakfast before driving the final stretch of the highway to Disney World. It felt good knowing that, after this day, I wouldn't have to drive anywhere for three days. It will be a welcomed break from three days of freeway madness.
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Traffic was heavy, wild, windy, and dangerous on I-75 South through central Florida to the Florida Turnpike - talk about white-knuckling. Easterly wind gusts destabilized vehicles pulling trailers (including ours, even though I had the stabilizer cranked down), making passing or being passed by them a life-threatening proposition. Ahead, an enormous wildfire in the distance became more prominent as we progressed south. That wasn't the only wildfire we saw since leaving Texas. Things must be dry all over. We stopped in Ocala, parked in a mall parking lot, and ate spicy chicken sandwiches for lunch. We got drinks to go and hit the road again.
A few miles away, we exited I-75 onto the Florida Turnpike and were soon checking into Disney World at the Fort Wilderness Campground. We set up our campsite, which took longer than expected - the power and water hookups were too far from where I had initially parked our trailer, and I had to reconnect a few things to move the trailer closer. What a pain, but it happens. Afterward, we took the shuttle to Disney Springs and ate delicious Mexican-style food at one of the restaurants by the lake. They didn't have frozen margaritas, which was disappointing for a Mexican restaurant, and we weren't the only ones who noticed. After dinner, however, we found a nearby street vendor whose drink specialty was frozen margaritas. Imagine that. Someone magically found the perfect niche outside a restaurant that didn't serve frozen margaritas. Hmmm. We bought a couple of drinks and went shopping for souvenirs. Later, we hopped on a late shuttle bus that took us back to our campsite and crashed hard from the tiring day of travel and tasty drinks.
We spent our first day at Disney World at Animal Kingdom, which has become my favorite Disney Park since they added Pandora and the Avatar rides. We woke early to be the first to hit the most popular Avatar ride, Rite of Passage. The weather was cool and dry in the morning and warmed up to a fantastic afternoon. We enjoyed Pandora the most, particularly at night, when thousands of artificial trees and plants surrounding us began to pulsate and glow with life. Animatronic creatures of all sizes and shapes roared and chirped as we strolled the walkways. It was like spending an evening on planet Pandora.
Wednesday, at pre-dawn, we narrowly missed the first boat that shuttled passengers across Bay Lake from Fort Wilderness to Magic Kingdom; we wanted to catch the first boat because the parks opened early for folks staying at Disney hotels. We walked to the dock to see if there was a posted schedule. There was none, and no one but us was waiting for the next boat. Hmmm. What to do? Should we walk back to camp and try to catch a shuttle bus? That would take extra time and wouldn't be as much fun as motoring across the lake. But if the boat doesn't come soon, we could be wasting precious Disney time hanging out at the boat dock, and I didn't even bring a fishing pole. In the distance, we noticed a couple heading toward the pier.
"Are you guys here to catch the next boat to Magic Kingdom?" I asked.
"Yes," the man said. "By the way, I like your Steely Dan shirt."
Well, that was all it took for us to start sharing stories of our RV adventures to various destinations as if we had known each other all our lives. They had just completed a 44-day trip to several national and state parks across North America and were already planning another trip that would be even longer. Soon, the boat came and took us to the gates of Magic Kingdom, where we went our separate ways and regrettably never saw them again. Maybe they will read this article and send us a note.
Catching the early boat would not have given us an early entrance that day. For some reason, Magic Kingdom opened for everyone an hour later than usual.
Our first ride was the new Tiana's Bayou Adventure, which replaced Splash Mountain. The continuous Zydeco music playing throughout the ride made me think about our last RV trip to New Orleans. We need to take that trip again! The architects of the new Tiana's ride must have had a blast engineering new, more creative ways to drench riders. Some folks on the front row of our four-row floating car got thoroughly soaked.
After a long and happy day at Magic Kingdom (and Disney World is, as they say, "The Happiest Place on Earth"), we had fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and macaroni and cheese for dinner at Fort Wilderness's Trail's End Restaurant. The food was delicious, but the chewy chicken woke the beast inside my troubled tooth.
Before heading to EPCOT, we knew it was time to contact my dentist. I located a pharmacy near Disney World, hoping my dentist could call in a prescription I could pick up that evening. The dentist's office was closed, but I left a detailed message with his assistant, hoping he might call me later.
It was a warm, sunny morning. We arrived at EPCOT and headed straight to Soarin' Around the World, knowing the lines would be too long later in the day. Afterward, we found a coffee shop and ate breakfast before heading to Spaceship Earth. Suddenly, a cold front blew through. The chilly wind blew hard from the northwest. We headed to the SeaBase Aquarium for about an hour to escape the initial gusts.
While we were at the aquarium, my dentist called. Thank God! After a quick discussion, he thought I might have an infection and prescribed an antibiotic and pain meds and called it into the pharmacy I had discovered earlier. I felt better, knowing I was on a wellness path, but I would still need to rely on aspirin to get me through the day.
Around noon, we headed to our first stop on the Around the World Tour, Mexico, and had delicious tacos and frozen margaritas at La Cantina de San Angel. We continued around the World Showcase Lagoon, visiting Norway, China, Germany, Italy, Japan, Morocco, and France, tasting beers from their respective countries whenever we could, and finished the tour in the UK, where we enjoyed fish-n-chips and blended ales at a table overlooking the lagoon at the Rose & Crown Pub.
From EPCOT, we hopped back onto the shuttle bus that took us to the campground, and once we were there, we jumped in my truck and made a beeline to the pharmacy to pick up my life-saving medication. Before we left the pharmacy parking lot, I had already taken my first antibiotic. I was ready to put this tooth crap behind me! While out of the Park, we filled our tank again in preparation for departure on Friday. On the way back, we stopped at one of the stores in the Wilderness Campground to do some last-minute shopping and made it back to our trailer in time for much-needed rest.
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On Friday, we left Disney World mid-morning, headed north on I-4 through Orlando, and continued north on I-95 just past Jacksonville. Since we had filled our tank the night before, we didn't need to make any fuel stops until we crossed the Georgia state line, where we stopped for gas and food. Before we got on the road again, I checked the tire pressure and wheel-bearing temperatures. All was well. That afternoon, we made it to Creek Fire RV Resort, southwest of Savanna, Georgia, halfway to Raleigh, and spent the evening relaxing at our campsite.
What a difference a good night's sleep can make. The antibiotics were taking effect. I woke up with a new outlook on life on that amazing Saturday in Northern Georgia. We filled up at a gas station a few miles up I-95 and, a little further up the road, had chicken-fried chicken and corn muffins for lunch. We had a good tailwind while cruising up I-95 through South Carolina, which afforded us nearly 11 miles per gallon. At Selma, North Carolina, we exited I-95 and then navigated to Campground Road, which ran parallel to the freeway and took us directly to North Pointe RV Resort.
While completing our setup at North Pointe, I smelled smoke. Someone must be firing up a grill to cook some burgers. No. A grass fire was intensifying between the northbound lanes of I-95 and Campground Road. A gust of wind filled the camping area with thick, grey smoke. I heard sirens in the distance. Another closer fire sprang up near a small cluster of RVs parked by the road. Some campers filled plastic buckets with water from the Park's pond and made good progress extinguishing the second fire. The fire engines eventually found the route to the two fires and extinguished both in minutes. Fortunately, no one got hurt, and the fire caused no damage.
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Alan and Jan drove up from Clayton and met us at our trailer on Sunday morning. It was wonderful to see them again after a long-anticipated visit. We gave them a brief tour of our home on wheels, then headed to Clayton so they could show us their beautiful new home in their well-groomed 55+ community. It made us think about trading up. For lunch, we had craft beer and empanadas at the ZincHouse. Afterward, Tammy and Jan went shopping while Alan took me on a joyous roller coaster ride through the country in his M3. Later, we wrapped up the day at Vinson's Pub and had burgers and beer for dinner.
Alan and Jan picked us up on Monday for morning shopping and a tour of Clayton and the surrounding area. We ate lunch at a delicious sandwich shop, then headed to the downtown area for more shopping and beers at the Bearded Bee Brewery. Later, we had dinner at their house and talked until late afternoon. They took us back to our trailer around dusk, where we said our goodbyes for the trip. I wish we had planned to stay in North Carolina for at least one more day. The visit flew by; there was still too much left to see and do, and besides, I wasn't looking forward to the long drive back to Central Texas. Okay, we've had our fun. All we have to do now is get home.
That evening, Tammy and I began making a list of grocery items we would need for "dry camping" back to central Texas. We had four days to travel 1300 miles to get home and no park reservations to slow us down. When we needed rest, we planned to stay at interstate Rest Areas or back parking lots of Cracker Barrels. There were plenty of both along the interstates. The most important thing we needed to do before leaving North Pointe was to add 10 gallons of water to our freshwater tank for bathing and flushing the toilet. Everything else we need, we could buy on the road.
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On departure day, I drove my truck to a nearby gas station in Selma and filled the tank. When I returned to North Pointe, we hitched up our trailer, secured loose items on the inside, took showers using the Park's facilities, retracted our slide, disconnected the power, disconnected the water and sewer, and left the Park before remembering to add the water we would need for the road.
We headed south on I-95 for a few hours, then veered west on I-40 in South Carolina. We ate dinner in Grovetown, Georgia, and stopped for the night in the back of a Cracker Barrel in Bremen, just west of Atlanta. It was our first night without power, but I had downloaded movies on my tablet before we left Texas to watch on the road. It was late when the movie was over, and we fell asleep with blankets on our recliners, mostly reclined but not entirely flat. We could have extended our slide and slept in our bed but chose not to for whatever reason. In the middle of the night, Tammy discovered the recliners had another, almost flat position, which made sleeping possible.
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We woke at five as planned, freezing, and quickly stowed loose items for a long day of road travel. The restaurant wasn't open yet, but I noticed lights on at a 24-hour burger joint less than 100 yards away. We could get hot coffee and a quick breakfast for the road. When we were ready to leave, we drove the trailer as close to the restaurant as possible, but our rig would not fit in the parking lot, so we parked on the street and walked to the dining area. It was closed, but the drive-thru was open. We discovered quickly that drive-through operations don't work well for walk-up customers. We strolled around the corner to the window where you picked up your food, hoping to get the attention of one of the workers and order some breakfast. At the same time, a dolled-up woman in a pickup truck rounded the corner in the drive-thru lane. We moved away so the lady could pull up to the window and get her food, thinking we would slide back in after she left. When she got her order, she eased her truck forward slightly and lowered the passenger side window.
"Y'all come around my truck and order your food," she hollered.
"Thanks, Ma'am," I said, thinking maybe she was merely holding our place in line.
Tammy was ahead of me; while we squeezed between the lady's truck and the drive-thru, I noticed a First Baptist Church sticker on her rear window.
"Why doesn't she just pull up," I whispered.
"I don't know," Tammy replied. "It would give us more room."
"I'm buying," the well-dressed lady said. "Get whatever you want."
"That's not necessary, Ma'am," Tammy began. "We couldn't get our trailer into the__."
"That's okay, sweetie," she interrupted. "I've been there before."
She paid the man and left before we could thank her.
"I think she thought we were homeless," Tammy said.
"I think so, too."
We brought our egg sandwiches and coffee to our tow vehicle and ate breakfast in the warmth of our truck.
"Is it just me, or does food taste better when someone else buys it for you?" I said.
Tammy snickered.
That Christian lady made me think about something Tammy is known for saying: "Good things happen to people who do good things."
After breakfast, we were on the road again, still dark, headed west on I-20. When we passed through Oxford, we discovered we had crossed into the Central time zone at the Alabama border, essentially setting our clocks back another hour. So, instead of being six o'clock and almost time for sunrise, it was five again, and sunrise wouldn't happen until 6:30.
We drove through the darkness for an hour and a half and stopped in Leeds, just before dawn, for gas and road snacks before plowing through rush hour traffic in Birmingham. Our travel goal for the day was to keep heading west without any definitive plans to stop anywhere overnight. When we get hungry, we'll stop to eat. When we get tired, we'll stop to rest.
Throughout the day, we pushed further west on I-20 through Tuscaloosa, Meridian, Jackson, and Tallulah, stopping only for gas and food.
"I think this is Smokey and the Bandit country," I said. "I know you remember the old 1977 Burt Reynolds movie. These are the roads where Jackie Gleason chased the Bandit and the Snowman from Texarkana clear to Atlanta over an illegal truckload of Coors beer - or was it about a woman getting cold feet at his son's wedding."
Feeling the moment, I suddenly burst into the Jerry Reed song:
West bound and down, loaded up and truckin'
We gonna do what they say can't be done
We've gotta long way to go and a short time to get there
I'm west bound, just watch ol' Bandit run.
That's it. I only knew the chorus, but it was enough to kill a few minutes of travel monotony.
"I was a truck driver back in those days when that movie came out," I said. "Did I ever tell you that, sweetie?"
"Only about a thousand times," she said, right before nodding off.
Old I-20, stretching across Mississippi and Louisiana, desperately needed re-paving. There wasn't any evidence that anyone had ever repaired the decrepit freeway or if any upcoming repair plans were in the works. Age had cursed the concrete highway with potholes and rough patches formidable enough to rip your axles off the frame.
Just put that hammer down and give it hell! (more Jerry Reed, s'il vous plaît)
In the face of the crummy highway, we somehow bumpety-bumpety-bumped our way to a Love's Travel Stop in Monroe, Louisiana, where we gassed up one last time before heading into Texas. Before returning to the road, I checked the trailer's tires, axles, and wheel bearings. Despite all the bouncing around, everything was in working order.
By the time we crossed into Texas, we were exhausted from driving 9 hours and over 600 miles while being beaten to death by I-20. Since it was the last overnight stay of our two-week journey, we made last-minute reservations at nearby Martin Creek Lake State Park.
When your travel plan includes dry camping days, it is a good idea to sprinkle in a few parks with dump stations, especially at the end of the trip, so you can clean out your gray and black tanks before storing your RV.
Home Again
The next day, we returned home a day earlier than planned. We had driven over 3000 miles in 13 days. Only 5 of those days were relaxation days; the other 8 days were behind the wheel. The next time we plan a long RV trip, we will aim to reverse that ratio.
We were fortunate to have good weather during our two-week pre-planned trip. A few weeks before, severe thunderstorms dropped heavy rain, hail, and tornadoes onto Tennessee and surrounding states. The week after we returned, the same thing happened again, but with high sustained winds. We managed to slip between those two weather systems and have a safe trip.
Afterward
Remember the tooth pain? The dentist examined my teeth and told me nothing was wrong with them. He suggested I might have had a sinus infection that affected the nerve between my upper and lower jaw. The antibiotics likely cured the sinus infection and, in return, cured my toothache - bless the miracles of modern science.
Happy Trails,
~Matt
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