Final Post

Well, we finally made it to Little Rock, AR.  Oh my was it the longest day.  We left that morning at 5:00am EST which was 4:00am CST.  We had to stop 2 times for me to sleep for 30 or so minutes.  We stopped to eat lunch at a rest stop and let the girls run.  It was raining, but I just let them run in the rain.  Actually, it rained off and on all day causing us to go SLOW.   Just when we thought we could not make it any longer we got stuck for an hour in traffic.  By the time we slid into the Little Rock KOA, we were cross-eyed with barnacles on our butts.  We had promised the girls that we would let them pick where we went to eat dinner, however that was earlier that day.  Once we unfolded ourselves there was no way we could even contemplate getting back into that black hole of claustrophobia.  PAPA JOHN'S to the rescue!!! 

We checked in at the KOA and were escorted to our cabin which was at the end of a line of 3 cabins and surrounded by trees.  I don't even know if I could describe what I felt when I saw what was sitting outside of the cabin next to ours.  I want to be delicate but there just is no other way to say this and anyhow, I am not politically correct.  There were 3 young men (30is) sitting out on the porch of their cabin.  One of the men looked as if he was wresteling with the decision to save his money to purchase a new set of teeth or a new roll of duct tape to fix the various items falling off of his El Camino...and the car won.  The other two looked as if they had just delivered their last batch of moonshine to the kin folk on the other side of the hollar.  Considering the way they looked, and considering the fact that we were in Arkansas, I really expected to hear banjos playing.  I looked at Terri and said, "You sure do talk perty".  We both laughed, but secretly I know we were looking around to see if Ned Beatty was near by. 

We pulled out of that KOA at 5:00am and were Amarillo bound.  We shot down the road with the goal to be home by 4:00pm and we acomplished that goal.  We were so proud to pull into our driveway. 

I want to take this time to say thanks to all of those who read our blog and lived vicariously through my writing and Terri's videos.  We had a great time doing this.  It has become a dream of mine to find someone to sponser us so that we could do something like this every summer. 

I also want to thank God for putting angels around our car and giving us a very safe trip.  No injuries or no illness came to us and the wagon stayed upright the entire time. 

Terri, you were so much fun.  I appreciate you taking time out of your summer to join the girls and I.  You were such an awesome sport and you did a great job as co-pilot.  (It was the most important job there good buddy).

Molly and Madison, you two were a blast.  Thanks for making us laugh the entire time.

Thanks to my in-laws for helping fund the Wagon Queens venture.

Thanks to Matt's family in PA and in NH.  As always you made me feel like a part of the family and Terri felt the same. 

For the last time...

Over and Out,
The Wagon Queens.