What's All This About, Then?
(aka Your Many Questions Indelicately Answered)

(hint #1: scroll down and this won't be as hard to read. You're welcome.)

We go on trips. Road trips. Other trips. But mostly road trips. Sometimes (ideally) long ones. Sometimes not.

Yes, this is the same blog as the one about the Oregon Trail. Yes, it used to have a stagecoach and a dusty feel to it, which went along with the Oregon Trail very nicely. Yes, that was a great trip. That was three years ago. (the blog is still here if you want to read it...it starts here)

So...as we embark on the latest chapter of our roamin' ways, we want to invite you to come along. First, we might get lonely. I mean, we don't really get lonely much, but it's possible. Second, you might miss us. Third, you just might be nosy. And fourth, we are notoriously and and historically bad at sending postcards, circulating photos, keeping up with a scrapbook; as a matter of fact, with documenting our trip in most every way. We figured this might be the 21st century solution. It worked for the last trip, which was (as you know) three years ago (sniff). So we're keeping it going.

We hope you'll pop in, read about where we are, what we're doing, see photos of our adventures, and experience our gypsy hardships (like no room service) vicariously! Most importantly, we hope you'll add your comments and greetings, which we will get when we get to one of our stopping points. Souvenir requests will receive due consideration (Hint #1: Success is highly correlated with tackiness).

For those so inclined (you know who you are), we will also list links to related sites so that you can learn with us as we learn on the road, and maybe visit some of the same sights in the future!

Happy Trails to us all!

Love, Phoebe and Robin

Monday, August 23, 2010

Go East, Young Woman

The trek eastward continues.

And not to be outdone by Sunday, which had a theme song, Monday felt strongly that it, too, deserved a theme song, especially since it asserted that Sunday was supposed to be a day of rest, and exactly where did it get off having a theme song.   Being the sympathetic sorts, we gave in.  Here is Monday's theme song, in all its glory.


So, in case you couldn't tell, we headed back into Indiana today.  (No, really!)  And unlike Sunday, we did have a destination this time!  We were headed for Goshen, Indiana (south of Elkhart, not far from South Bend), to visit our friends Wilma and Barb.  But before we got there, we had an important stop to make--a museum that we had spotted and longed for on the way west, but had missed due to our slovenly ways (we arrived just after they closed).  Not this time!  Here we are at (drum roll) the International RV Hall of Fame & Museum!



There were two highlights of the museum (for me, that is....Phoebe liked the flat screen TV's in the huge new RVs).  The first was Mae West's 1931 "Housecar".  Apparently, this was one of the "enticements" offered by Paramount to get her off the vaudeville circuit and into movies.  It's a chauffeur driven "lounge" that transported her from her home or hotel to movie locations for a number of years.  Apparently, she had a rocking chair on the "back porch" of the vehicle for fresh air.  Apparently, I use the word apparently too often.

The second highlight had little to do with the museum itself, but was simply the most vivid (and odd) of a series of like experiences during this trip.  When we entered the museum, there was an extraordinarily eager and enthusiastic (and a  bit off center) man at the front desk (it's not a busy museum, I suspect they get pretty enthused about guests).   He greeted us (and tried to escort us through the self-guided museum, but that's another story) as I got out my wallet to pay our admission.  He said "Just the two of you?"  I said "Yes."  And then he regaled us with how wonderful he thought it was when, every once in a while, a grandparent comes to this special place with their grandchild, to share together the wonder of historic RV's, passing down through the generations, blah, blah, blah, you get the idea.  Phoebe and I winked at one another (this is not an infrequent event, especially in the Midwest, where people clearly do not believe in gray hair, nor, I suspect, in having children after 30 or so), and go ahead and let him charge us the steeply discounted rate for "grandparents". And there I was feeling offended about those AARP solicitations that come in the mail!

We enjoyed a wonderful dinner (mmmm....farm fresh corn) courtesy of Wilma and Barb, and took a beautiful walk along the Mill Race at dusk to get homemade ice cream at Chief, which according to one Yelp reviewer, you're not supposed to know about, so shhhh, keep it under your hat.

I am still recovering from our conversation (Barb is a real estate agent) in which it was verified that I could buy the little house that I live in in Lexington for about $60,000 (or less) in Goshen, quite an "artsy fartsy"--Barb's words--community.  Sigh.  Many many thanks to them for putting us up!

Onward to Ohio tomorrow!
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Audrey said...

So how was the ice cream? What'd you have? What'd Phoebe have?

August 29, 2010 at 9:37 PM

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