Greetings from Wisconsin and Indiana! Yesterday morning we got up and moving relatively early at my Aunt Shirley’s house, and we were on the road by 9:00 am for a full day of driving. However, we were forced by the RV gods to make an immediate stop at the International House of Wine and Cheese right up the street in order to acquire a critical item from the state of Wisconsin: cheese curds. 
Typically these little nuggets of cheese are battered and deep fried, but let me tell you, after a long day in the car, they are freaking tasty right out of the zip top pouch. We enjoyed them in true RV style – off a paper plate while drinking wine out of brightly colored plastic wine glasses. Klassy.
We spent the night last night in lovely Middlebury, Indiana, which as it turns out is not only in the middle of Amish country, but also is home to many major RV manufacturers. Had we known that in advance, we would have certainly allowed more time in this town to see a good ol’ fashioned Amish RV raising (“Ishmael! Hand me ye olde comode seat!”), but as it was, we had a good time threatening to run the little Amish buggies off the road with our menacing RV girth.
We did eat at a lovely family style Amish restaurant and bakery called Der Essenhaus for lunch today, though. The menu was all you can eat fried chicken, dressing, mashed potatoes, bread, corn, Amish noodles, and various other carbs – plus a slice of home-made pie for dessert. As I type this, I am swinging between the best sugar high of my life and a complete Thanksgiving-style carb coma. It was fantastic. Even Roxanne was logey after chomping on several handfuls of Amish noodles. The same goes for DJ, unfortunately, since our schedule for today involves driving nearly 8 hours from this point to Niagara Falls, and that means pulling into the RV park at 10:00 p.m. As anyone who has ever attempted to hook up a hose to a chemical toilet in the dark knows, this may make for an interesting night. Ah well, wish us luck.
More to come tomorrow, but before I go, I wanted to share this little piece of RV humor that was published in the newsletter of the KOA where we stayed. If I ever cross-stitch this onto a pillow, you’ll know I’ve gone over the edge.
Camper’s Prayer
God bless our traveling home,
And guide us everywhere we roam.
Help us find the roads we seek,
But please don’t let the plumbing leak.
Save us, Lord, from engine trouble,
And mechanics that would charge us double.
Lord, as we cross the USA,
Bless us with sunshine every day.
As we travel the country near and far,
Let us remember who you are.
Our Lord who watches over all,
Could you please let gas prices fall?
Lead us safely to good food and friends,
And when at last our journey ends,
Grant our rolling home sweet rest,
Until its next endurance test.
We did eat at a lovely family style Amish restaurant and bakery called Der Essenhaus for lunch today, though. The menu was all you can eat fried chicken, dressing, mashed potatoes, bread, corn, Amish noodles, and various other carbs – plus a slice of home-made pie for dessert. As I type this, I am swinging between the best sugar high of my life and a complete Thanksgiving-style carb coma. It was fantastic. Even Roxanne was logey after chomping on several handfuls of Amish noodles. The same goes for DJ, unfortunately, since our schedule for today involves driving nearly 8 hours from this point to Niagara Falls, and that means pulling into the RV park at 10:00 p.m. As anyone who has ever attempted to hook up a hose to a chemical toilet in the dark knows, this may make for an interesting night. Ah well, wish us luck.
More to come tomorrow, but before I go, I wanted to share this little piece of RV humor that was published in the newsletter of the KOA where we stayed. If I ever cross-stitch this onto a pillow, you’ll know I’ve gone over the edge.
Camper’s Prayer
God bless our traveling home,
And guide us everywhere we roam.
Help us find the roads we seek,
But please don’t let the plumbing leak.
Save us, Lord, from engine trouble,
And mechanics that would charge us double.
Lord, as we cross the USA,
Bless us with sunshine every day.
As we travel the country near and far,
Let us remember who you are.
Our Lord who watches over all,
Could you please let gas prices fall?
Lead us safely to good food and friends,
And when at last our journey ends,
Grant our rolling home sweet rest,
Until its next endurance test.
4 comments:
This lovely poem inspires me to take a similar RV journey. Sigh ... :) Now where can I get some cheese curds around Atlanta??
Amanda...I would never question your culinary palette, but what in the world does a cheese curd taste like? In the House of Hood we throw the cheese out when it gets curds. Maybe you should throw some of 'em in that luxury RV fridge of yours and bring 'em back to the ATL.
Oh, sister. You haven't LIVED until you've rocked the cheese curds. They taste like ... well, cheese. But more curdy. ;)
I'm amazed that no one commented on the giant bubble machine. Perhaps they don't realize how difficult it is to pull soapsuds up around not only a person, but a diaper bag and a baby flailing about! Your prowess was incredible!
Aunt Caryl
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