DAY 257: Last Known Host Site

After tonight, I will be looking for truck stops, forests and Cracker Barrels. Not a host with electricity anywhere on the route, and I’d rather muster through cold nights eating cold food than spend money at campgrounds. The sun should be out soon, so I can run my fridge most of the time … perhaps divide another bag of ice among my eight containers of various sizes and shapes to place in and around food. It keeps it cold for 24 hours, with enough unmelted ice to make a properly chill a martini. I’m just not in the mood tonight for some reason.

Today’s drive was hilly, curvy and wet. While making a sharp left turn while going down a hill, Karma started to slide and skid before stopping in the middle of the intersection. I slowed down after that.

I am grateful that tonight’s hosts believe Jesus Is Our Lord And Savior, and thought I might not be comfortable staying here because “it went against my beliefs.” I assured them I respect their choice and that we probably have more in common than you’d think … but that conversation is not to be.

I needed a gizmo to connect my 30amp cord to a 50amp outlet to get electricity tonight, so there was a detour to an RV store. There were also fields and fields, mile after mile, of corn stalks. (See photos on Facebook.)