Tom Sawyer RV

Disclaimer – I’m not having Glenn proof read all my entries.

Our first Official Road Trip, and I’m not going to lie. It was a tough and difficult day.

It started out the night before, where Glenn and I decided that we would rent a U-Haul dolly to get the Sion up to Indiana and I wouldn’t have to drive the Sion at all. We signed the contract. Glenn drove the RV to get the dolly hooked up and the lights on the RV were not working right. Long story short, U-Haul couldn’t let us leave with their dolly in this condition. So we went back to plan B. I would drive – follow ahead or follow behind.

We left LA Prada at 6:30. First stop was a Flying J/Pilot, where we get 5cents off with our GoodSam award card. But first we had to find out how to use it. And the closest Flying J was about 30 miles away. This was our first time to see how filling the tanks work. Glenn maneuvered the RV great. I used the bathroom and then got breakfast at McDonalds. It took the order 15 minutes, so I asked for a free hash brown. We stopped at the new Roadside park where we were the day before with mom and dad. Glenn and I had our breakfast while I made a phone call to the Tom Sawyer RV park in West Memphis, Arkansas. The office doesn’t open until 10, so I had to call later. Boom. One night on the mighty Mississippi River.

It was rough driving. There was lots of traffic on the road. Glenn and I stopped numerous times for me to take a potty break. We never really stopped for lunch. I grabbed a granola bar out of the RV and ate that along the road.

We arrived at Tom Sawyer RV park around 3:30pm. Perfect. I had enough time to “set up house” for our first visitors. Karen and Carl Martinsen, severed 30+ years in Guatemala and have retired in the Memphis area. They came over for dinner. I quickly boiled some eggs and made tuna fish salad sandwiches. Karen brought us a loaf of bread. We had that plus some delicious watermelon.

We had a great visit with Karen and Carl. We talked for about 3 hours. It was good to see them.

Being here on the Mississippi River reminds me of the time I was at Camp Fire Camp in DeSoto, Texas and my counselor read us the stories of Huckaberry Finn and Tom Sawyer. I’ll never forget them. Also, at night, we could see and hear the long barges navigate the river. We slept with the air off (occasionally it would kick in).

Now for day 2. We are packing up now to head on to Indiana.Read more