More Miles than I care to count.

I didn’t want to bore you with redundant traveling. Like Charles Kuralt said of the interstate highway system:  “you can travel from one end of the country to the other without seeing absolutely anything.” So we left Oklahoma, getting off the mother road (Rt.66) and back onto I-40, due east into Little Rock, then on to Memphis, bedding down for the evening in Nashville. Yes, I’m breaking all the rules with this much time on the road but we have destinations awaiting to fill dental and medical fixes. Leaving Nashville we did make a detour into Centre Hill Lake in eastern Tennessee to check out houseboats. It’s just something we’ve been discussing and dreaming aloud for about three years. After a day and a half of window shopping, we’ve decided that’s not in our future plans. Way too much gypsie blood in me to stay put on one lake for a week or so. Can’t imagine being anchored out or even floating on the water for several days without the ability to get in a vehicle and drive. And if anchored in a slip at the dock, then I may as well be in the motorhome. So off it was to Raleigh to visit child #2. A brief stay there and then north to the gas and oil fields of western PA. Back home again and bunking down with friends. The 2200 mile journey has come to an end and its time to take care of office visits.