In the lobby at Shepardsville, KY Best Western. Smells like cigarettes from the lounge with room service folks standing around discussing their various blood disorders.
Love travelling. You forget about one set of troubles and start worrying about an entirely new set.
We came across the flats of Arkansas and then up the Western Kentucky Parkway last night. You always feel like a trip is rolling when the time changes. Now on Eastern time. It's coolish. The light is beginning to take on a different slant.
Four vehicles with nine folks. Thirty rifles at least. Enough ammo to hold the Alamo for a month. Up early for the free breakfast and then on to the Air Force Museum at Dayton, so we can call ourselves educated people. (There is a FW190 I want to look over carefully, plus a P38.) Probably get to Camp Perry by late afternoon when Operation Steal CMP Pens will commence. My pen stash from last trip held up pretty well, but its a system you have to work every year.
Watching the scenery roll by as Rick always drives the whole way. We had the most talkative new guy along in our back seat but we gave him one of those rawhide chew toys and he was quiet most of the trip. Cell phones and radios trilling and crackling along. Connected world. In a few minutes we are going to commence moving the rifles back out to the trucks and hit the dusty trail.
This is a great country and you can tell it when you drive the highways across the middle. Mississippi was flowing. Crops growing. Interstate and parkways full of folks going places. Very safe. We had an hour diesel problem in Kentucky but when the tools and expertise came out I knew it wouldn't last long. It didn't.
Newspapers have obviously lost steam in the last year. I'm buying every one at the gas stops. They are thinner with more local stories. Everyone in the damn country is fretting over idiotic governance at all levels.
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