Me & Yogi are Best Friends

Oh, what a day. Oh, what the correct tire pressure has to do w/ handling this thing, and, oh, what sorry excuses for interstates they have in Louisiana. (Murr told the guy when we picked it up that he thought the rear outside tire looked low. They guy assured him it was just sitting on a slope and it was fine, that they had already checked them. Evidently Murr was right because the inside one was taking all the weight and eventually gave out! Murr has threatened about 100 times of going back and taking it out on the man!) Once we finally got on the road we did pretty good until we got to I-12 -- that was the worst road I have ever been on in my entire life and it's an Interstate for God's sake. When I say terrible I mean bumpy and pot-holes, and it went on like that for 30 or 40 miles (seemed like 130)!!!! I'm surprised the POS RV still has windows in it we were jarred so bad in a couple of places. Top speed was 50 and that was pushing it in this thing even though everyone else was whizzing past us at 80. I will never say another bad thing about Texas roads or all the construction we have going on them. I would place a bet that the ones in LA haven't been touched in 20 years!!!!

And then we crossed into Mississippi. Those roads were beautiful ...... until we got closer and closer to Jackson, and then they were just as bad as those in LA. But the scenery in MS is very pretty. I swear we just kept on driving up a hill, and then up another hill, and then up another .... you get the picture. And huge, tall pine trees everywhere.

All very relaxing despite the fact that Lindsay was ready to go swimming at 11:00 after we fixed the flat, and that Murr was ready for a beer about that same time. So he drank, Lindsay asked how much further, and I drove. As you can well imagine, at about 5:00 when we're still at least an hour away from our campground my nerves were FRIED. And that's when a little bit of yelling happened -- at BOTH Lindsay and Murr as I contined to drive down the road. You can't say I'm not a multi-tasker!

We finally pull into the Jellystone Campground in Pelahatchie, MS, (about 20 miles East of Jackson) w/ none other than Yogi Bear on the sign. Lindsay recognized him right off. I recognized my chance for a beer getting closer. The place looked very busy and as Lindsay and I stood in line I contemplated what I was going to do if the lady told me they had no room for us -- all of the ideas I came up w/ were going to end in bloodshed to someone! Luckily for everyone they had a spot for us, and it is beautiful. I'm sitting here posting this blog looking at, I guess, Lake Pelahatchie. It's gorgeous and I'm going to take some pictures and with Rana's help I might figure out how to let you all see them.

Funny incident occurred while Murr was trying to get the sewer & gray water drain hooked up. I think it had something to do w/ him turning on the water pump before he did the hook up, but I didn't mention that to him until after the incident. He goes to uncap the shitter -- sorry, there's no other word for it -- and it spews all over him. Thank goodness Lindsay and I were out of range. I'm pretty sure the other campers learned some new cuss words and were laughing at us. I know Lindsay and I were laughing at Murr. Got everything set up, and then after Lindsay closed her finger in the door we got to put use the first aid kit I had bought. Pretty handy. There was no blood, it just got smushed pretty good. Murr took her swimming and here I sit looking at the lake and talking to you all.

They've just returned and are in the shower so I'll sign off for now.

Until next time ......