Paparazzi?, the Dock Boy, and Mourning for the Death of a Stranger on the way to a Funeral for a Friend...

Went to bed last night with no rain in sight for the first time in what seemed like ages. We were in Black River Falls, WI. The skies were blue, air still thick and every rig had at least two ATV’s parked at their site. Us; we had a Toad.

3 a.m. We awoke to heavy, no, I mean a HEAVY downpour of rain. If it hadn’t been for what sounded like bombs blasting all around us, I would have sworn there were at least 100 paparazzi outside, their flashbulbs flashing continually.

Cotye jumped up between us on the bed, although there wasn’t a lot of room between us as I had practically landed on Mark with the first boom-boom-pow.

We opened the blinds and could not see a single lightning bolt, but the flashing was endless. I know there were strikes all around us as you could hear them hit. The thunder was also a constant loud rumble and roar, with an occasional boom that hit so hard the RV shook at the impact, or possibly in fear!

I asked Mark if we should head out. He said he’d like to but he wasn’t going out there to unplug the electricity. Then he asked if I would! Lol – We survived. Eventually Cotye hopped back down to his bed. In the morning he was STILL in bed when we had finished packing up to head out again.

And here he is an hour into our drive:

It was a long night for the little guy.

Our 21^st anniversary was on the 16^th. We ended up at Bar Harbor for a great meal.

After dinner, we moved outside by the fire pit to enjoy the scenery and a cocktail.  A dock boy for the restaurant, named Ethan, was waiting for his father to finish his shift inside, so we sat and talked with him.  He was a delight.  So if you happen to be at Gull Lake in Nisswa, MN, and come to the restaurant via boat, watch for this guy:

I’m sure he’d enjoy a good tip too! <wink-wink>

Back on the road again, we are sitting in traffic due to an accident ahead. The A/C won’t work without the engine revving, so we have our windows open in an attempt to suck some actual oxygen out of the liquid air they call humidity. I really think if I stay much longer, I shall grow gills!

The Tumbleweed has become a sauna on wheels. Blah.

Such a small thing to complain about. Just came across the accident that has traffic backed up for miles. Looks like the driver of one of the cars did not make it. Saying a prayer for his family. . . 

That's all for now. Reporting from the Tumbleweed and Toad en route to Plymouth, Wisconsin.