Steph's plane was a bit behind schedule, but we hit the road shortly after 3:00 to get a ways before dark. People often tell her, "You are just like your Dad," which I take as a compliment... but it means we have no problem keeping the conversation lively.
We are down for the night. Joan sent us with plenty of food; it was spaghetti tonight. We have to eat it or toss it, before we get the coach to Winnebago.
Steph is learning motorhome life... well, limited motorhome life, since our water system is winterized for what's coming as we head north. But, she got a shower here at the RV park, our bellies are full, and we managed to pull in a couple TV channels... not a small feat, considering the powered TV antenna was creamed in the hail storm.
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