Traveling across I-70 (anyone know why the speed limit is 55 in Illinois for RVs?), I thought I heard the faint cry of Flat Stanley say something like "not so quickly."
As I glanced down to determine what the noise was, I saw the poor guy neatly tucked into my handy dandy KOA trash bag. Although he was still smiling, I think he was a little perturbed. The buggy was still moving and he was still part of the production.
If you are interested in the summary from the participants of this journey stick around for a few more days and they will offer their take on the adventure.
Also, if you have noticed a particular blogger begging selfishly for one of the prized pens, now is the time for all who have viewed our journey to put your request in for the slick souvenirs. We would be honored to share a pen with you. All you need to do is offer your identity and address and we will make sure you receive one! Email it to connieandkeith@sbcglobal.net.
The rig goes back to the rightful owner tomorrow and my responsibility for this journey comes to closure. I will offer some thoughts after the others have had their hayday.
Unitl we meet again!
Peace!
Big Daddy
Captain of the Crew
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