On the drive home, Hannah and I come up behind a few cars and get behind an awesome truck. It's a big, cherry red Dodge hemi with shooting flames on the mudflaps. Dual exhauts and running boards, lots of chrome and a license plate that read GITRDUN. "Oh hell, Hannah, this is gonna be good!" I say to her, "The guy driving this truck is going to GIT ER DONE and get by these old farts in front of him and I'll follow him."
Well, as it turns out GITRDUN couldn't GET OUT OF HIS OWN WAY. The cars in front of him, turned off and he just plodded along. Anytime for the next 40 miles that I came to a place where I could pass him, there would be cars coming in the opposite direction. "Come on GITRDUN!!!" I kept yelling at the truck "GIT OVER AND GIT OUTTA MY WAY!" Hannah thought it was quite funny.
We found a campground about a 90 minute drive north of here that we can set our camper up for the season next summer. We are seriously thinking about doing this although we better start saving our pennies for it. We always go to roughly the same area of the state and Gary does most of his fishing there too... so this would be easier.