Baymont Inn & Suites Columbia Fort Jackson
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... I bet he was the truck parked next to us..... He said,"hey!!" Not in a friendly way but in a wtf way. He then watched me walk back to the cab (I think he was bewildered). Yes, I have a pee pot (more about that later). Men can just hang off the side of the truck. Fueling up takes a long time....we have a small tank. They can get up to 300 gallons though. To fill the tank on this truck can cost $750! Besides fueling there ...
... SC to London to SC, for a total of 32,000 miles. It seems as if we can never out do him. (Brian, have you seen Mt. McKinley?) His quote from Susan Sontag; "I haven't been everywhere, but it's on my list."
I am ready to be home for a while---ok maybe a few trips to Tryon--to see the Kricket Clan and the Charleston Comptons and to get some hugs and kisses from all of them. Being away from them is the toughest thing about such a long trip. I ...
... and to our 6th state on this trip. Each university we go to is different. Sometimes we have to drive around for a while before we can find a place to take our picture. This was not the case at USC. We drove straight to the stadium. The parking lot was across the street. We set up our tripod, took some pictures and we were on our way.
Ben and I, along with our Tennessee friends, Henry and Tricia McKinnon, have been preparing for this adventure to Alaska for a year and the time is finally here. We fly out to Minneapolis on Wednesday to spend a few days with cousins Cindy and Earl Grothman and then on to Forrest City, Iowa and the Winnebago factory on Saturday. We will begin our adventure on ...
... up and the taxi driver inside there started saying how lucky we are that god sent him to us so that he could take us and all our bags to uni. We had been told by numerous people that we were in the buckle of the bible belt of America but didn't really know what they meant. Now we knew.
We told him the address the international office had given us. Unloaded our stuff. Dragged it inside. It's the wrong address. So we had to walk the rest of ...