Washed Away

Trip Start Sep 05, 2010
Trip End Aug 21, 2011

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Where I stayed
The Mounds National Park

Flag of United States  , Indiana
Monday, August 8, 2011

Continental breakfast at Lees Inn was a winner.  Crystal, the lovely girl who checked us in must have been finishing her night shift as we appeared with minutes to spare for breakfast. She looked after us well and we left fully fuelled for the day ahead.

We were set for a short day after a couple of marathons last week and we left Greensburg on a quiet road ignoring the howling freeway running east.  The day was spent on beautiful country lanes.  Indiana has a wonderful block system making it impossible to get lost.  We passed through Clarkesville where we had lunch at a very sleepy gas station and then followed Buena Vista road.  There was so little traffic about and the farmland around us was beautiful.

When we arrived in Brooksville we were pleased that the ride had been straightforward and we were on for an early finish to try and get organised and back on track.  Oh, if only.  The campsite once again did not show.  There was nothing where it was supposed to be and we entered a garage to ask for the locals help.  A nice guy directed us north to a national park called The Mounds.  What he didn't mention is that it involved 2 giant hills which were a mile or so straight up.  With our heads dropping, it was a huge relief to find that the site he had recommended was a perfect spot set in national forest. 

Another battle with check in where the computer (or more accurately the computer operator) cannot overcome the fact that we are not American and therefore do not have a zip code, a cell phone and a big stonking RV, resulted in us pitching our tent very nicely in time for a relaxed evening of catching up with the blog and planning ahead.

Just as I started cooking dinner the first spot of rain fell.  Half an hour later the plan for a restful evening had gone well and truly out of the window.  Washed away by the most ridiculous downpour.  The propane ran out half way through cooking dinner and the rain continued to batter us.  The sight of me trying to cook rice and pinning down the tent as the rain and wind did its best to blow us away, was probably very amusing for the good people of USA nicely tucked up in their RVs.  For me, it was less amusing.

We sat it out and waited for the rain to ease.  Dinner as you can imagine was not one of the most enjoyable meals we have had on our trip.  After supper we emptied the tent of the pool of water which had settled in the bottom and moved to higher ground.  The inflatable beds kept us off the bog but I have a feeling tomorrow we will need some serious drying out.  Camping is not fun in the rain.

Miles Cycled; 45 but with some big dippers

No. of times beeped and sworn at:  a couple of V-signs out the window but they were so lethargic they failed to annoy
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