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I know that many of my frequent readers like the stories of travel where we have something crazy happen to us but we eventually overcome it. If you are one of those people then you are going to love this story.
Sharon and I decided it was time to go down south to visit her sister Rachie. As a bonus, her other sister Aimee was also going to be down there visiting as well. At first we thought about just having Sharon go down and I keep Nora for a weekend, but it was not the time yet for such an endeavor.
I was wondering how long it would take before Nora showed interest in finding shoes. Well now I know, Nora located her first Lost Sole at the age of 27 months :) She found it while walking to our local vegan restaurant. She noticed it before I did which I found to be pretty impressive. I believe that was the first time anyone spotted a shoe before I did.
On my way back from New Orleans I had decided to travel Scenic Highway 90 along the water. It is a gorgeous drive full of interesting sites including a restaurant named "We Never Close" with a "closed for the holidays" sign, a wild boar the size of a volkswagen dead on the side of the road, and of course a lost sole which I stopped to photograph.
But the most interesting site that caught my eye that day was a man walking his dog while rolling a 6 foot inflatable globe down this mostly uninhabited stretch of road.
I will start off part 2 by saying it was thankfully a lot less eventful than part 1. But I still feel I need to deliver a part 2.
The drive to Baltimore up the eastern shore went pretty well. Nora slept the whole way just about. The wind was the only thing that did not go our way. It was 20-30mph with higher gusts coming at us straight on. That killed our gas mileage and I had to hold both hands on the wheel to prevent being blown off the road. But if that is the worst that ever happens when traveling, that is just fine with me.
I took the title from a line in National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation. If you have ever seen the movie, which I cannot imagine anyone that has not, you probably recognize that quote from when the mother, Ellen Griswold, and daughter, Audrey, were fighting about the Grandparents sleeping in her room, and that she would have to share a room with her brother Rusty. The reason I used that for the title of this blog is because half the time, we really feel like the Griswolds. But sadly, this season we felt a little like Cousin Eddie as well, parking our RV (the Ark) and inhabiting people's driveways for a few days :)
With another trip on the horizon, I figured I should get this entry up from the last one before I get too backed up on entries. Sharon's aunt's partner's son's wedding was to be held outside Bowling Green, Kentucky in conjunction with their annual hoedown and we were invited to attend. Also going was Sharon's sisters, Cookie and Rachie.
