The End (almost)

I’ve been remiss in writing. Sorry. My camping week was sprinkled with festivals, food, and friends. Going to the Covered Bridge Festival in Rockland, IN was bittersweet as it was a tradition for my Mom and I. But Libbi patronized all my memory-reliving requests, including going for breakfast in Brazil where we always went, eating ham & beans from the gargantuan cast iron pot atop a campfire, and buying freshly ground cornmeal at the Bridgeton Mill, built in 1823, the oldest continually-running mill in Indiana.

Vallonia Days in the 2nd oldest town in Indiana has branded itself as being “always the third weekend in October.” The Saturday parade is one of the highlights, along with a performance by the Southern Indiana Cloggers. Food was once again a festival favorite, from the traditional breaded tenderloin, three times the size of the bun, fried fish sandwiches, a fundraiser for the local fire department, and Hawg Dawgs.

Leaving both friends and my beloved Indiana brought tears and sadness. Then the sadness compounded when I went to back into a parking spot my first night back out on the road and my rig wouldn’t go in reverse. Remember I’d just been back in Boise trying to get my transmission reliably running? Long, frustrating story short, it mysteriously came back the next day, but the unreliably prodded me to deadhead back home. I’m 175 miles from Prescott tonight (10/26) and when I went to park, yet again I couldn’t go backwards. Who knows… I guess I have to deal with it when I get home, which God willing will be tomorrow! So thanks for following my 50-day adventure.