We’ve been back in the US for nine nights but we are finally home; a night in Salt at the very hospitable Duck Creek Campground just east of Paducah, Kentucky. The rain is coming down in waves and we are enjoying a gin and driving day chips in our full hook-up spot a mere thirty yards from the fully fenced, large, grassy dog area. (Those of you who have been reading through Europe know the importance of every word in that last sentence!)
We picked up Salt & Pepper from the docks in Jacksonville, Florida on Thursday morning and took them immediately to Camping World for Salt’s new LP tanks (we had to leave the others behind before shipping from Belgium.) Friday we drove to Savannah for a delightful night with some dear, but don’t call them old, friends. That night was the first time we had spent the night in a house in over fifteen months. Yes, there was the Paris apartment, but nothing compares to the solidity of a house; it was heavenly. (Not to mention the Seabass roasted in banana leaves and chocolate bread pudding with German chocolate drizzle. C'mon Man!)
Becoming friends with people from all over America is one of the greatest benefits of our previous careers; after that wonderful night on Skidaway Island we were treated to another divinely home-cooked meal and night’s rest suffused by southern hospitality with friends in Atlanta. Don’t get me started on the Butterfinger pie—lord I need some time to get some exercise! The Noses especially loved this stop as they were provided with a fully-fenced back yard. Complete with Teasing Squirrels.
Now we are headed to Colorado almost as fast as Pepper can pull us all. We will have two nights in St. Louis allowing one day for me to fly to Boston and back for a job interview. After that it is Colorado, Baby!
PS: The picture above is of Rosco on Main Beach in the city of Fernandino Beach on Amelia Island, Florida.