The trip....the start...days one and two.

We got to this bridge at Baton Rouge, Louisiana towards the end of the first day of our trip. This bridge crosses the mighty Mississippi River.

An interesting side note, when I was about 16 years old, our family took a trip in daddy's friend's Winnebago....the four of us kids who were still at home, mama and daddy. I have no idea how we all fit in, but somehow we did. I wanted to drive so badly and finally daddy gave in to my constant whining desire and let me drive for a while. Well, not long after I started driving what should loom ahead????? That bridge and it looked so narrow, on one side other cars and semi trucks, on the other the mighty Mississippi! I was ready to give up the driver's seat, but alas, you can't in the middle of a bridge....so with daddy and me sweating bullets,the rest of the family huddled in the back in mortal fear for their lives. Just kidding. I haven't a clue what they were doing because my hands were clenched on the wheel and I was driving for all I was worth, which at 16 wasn't much!

In fact, it was such a bad experience that I didn't drive a motorhome again until 40 years later!

Back to the present, below is the bridge.

























AND, the river!

We parked our motor home for the night here. When we woke up the next morning, there was a huge (like a rock star) motor home parked next to us, gearing up to pull out....probably going to a big concert or something.

At long last, we arrived at our destination, no, not Ch*k f*l a, although we did eat there at lunch. The sign that says Moto, actually says Motorhomes of Texas. That was our destination. We parked and set up for the night. I think there were two other couples staying in their motorhomes there too, but we didn't see them that night.

We did meet them the next day as we all wandered in and out of the waiting room. One couple had been there for two weeks waiting for a part. That scared me!

Monday morning, we were up bright and early so work could start on the motorhome. Here is our motorhome in the service bay with the entire slide out.
























Now, what I don't have pictures of is the really nice waiting room, no, no, I'm not being sarcastic, it was actually really nice with a t.v., coffee, etc. No, the problem was I had two dogs in the waiting room and it rained most of the day.

You may be forming a picture in your mind of my quickly growing impatient attitude.

Every once in a while, I would call Russell, who was having a great time watching the work go on, and ask him to come relieve me so I could go to the bathroom!

I am not good at waiting. A bad quality I have.

We did go over to the Ch*k f*l a for lunch. Russell bought lunch and we ate in the car, two dogs you know.

Then it was back to the waiting room. Around 5 o'clock they had everything put back together and we settled down to sleep, with plans to drive to Austin the next day. I was actually excited about that!

As we bid the day good night, we thanked God for his traveling mercies! His mercies are indeed new every morning.