Daisy’s legs are too short to jump up on the bed by herself, so I didn’t even make her choose.
I lifted onto her Mike’s bed, and gave her one of her tug toys. The two of them played tug and growled at each other for three minutes, and we were all sound asleep 30 seconds later.
Today’s travel plans are much easier. One at a time, we’ll check out the breakfast options at the hotel, hit the grocery store, and then go pick up the trailer.
The plan is to get to the far side of Atlanta and then set up for the night. We don’t have a reservation anywhere, as there are numerous sites still available at all of places we’re considering.
The place Mike really wants to stay is first come/first served/no reservations. Carroll’s Sausage and RV Park. $40/night and includes a $10 coupon toward breakfast in the morning. Pull through sites (just the way we like them!) with full hook ups, and no need to unhitch.
Have I mentioned how much I stress hitching and unhitching? When we are Pigeon Forge a few weeks ago, the less than ideal neighbours across the way could not get hitched. The slope wasn’t right and they couldn’t get the tongue to catch in the hitch. (Sometimes I make these terms up because I don’t really know what I’m taking about. Sometimes I do it for fun. In this case though, I do think tongue is the right word, and not just a play on “you’ve got to hold your tongue right”.) Anyway, it took them a very long time, maybe an hour, and they damaged their truck. It’s kind of like the take off and landing of a plane. 99.9% of the time everything goes fine, but if things are going to go kablooey, it’s then.
Okay Mike … alarms went off 40 minutes ago. Rise and shine. (Oh great, now I’m singing a VBS song in my head. If he doesn’t get up, I’m going to start singing it aloud; and nobody wants that, trust me.)
