Wednesday, July 28th, 2010
START: KOA Campground, Thunder Bay, ON - 10:30 a.m.
STOP: Wawa RV Resort, Wawa, ON - 6:15 p.m.
WEATHER: Overcast with the odd sunny break; brief downpour in Marathon; back to overcast
Well, the journey's winding to a close and the blog material is in short supply, but I will soldier on to the bitter end. This morning was more of the usual:
Mom: "Do I look like a big fat blob in these pants?"
Mike: "Those are your Sally Struthers pants. That's what Dad said, anyway."
Dad: "Yeah right, I never said that!"
Mike: "YES YOU DID."
Dad: "I never said anything about Mom's pants!"
Mike: "YES YOU DID. YOU WERE JOKING!"
Dad: "You're dreamin'. Why would I say that? You're the one who's always talking about Sally Struthers!"
Hahaha, what even. Sorry, Sally.
After a quick stop at the beloved Shower of Sadness station to right some wrongs, we were on the road onnnnce again, headed for Wawa - our LAST stop before home! Holay. Who knows what 'home' even means at this point. That wasn't before hitting multiple construction sites along the way, though, of course. We were temped to pull out all the stops at one of them - set up the chairs, pull out the awning, take down the bikes, start BBQin' and flippin' flapjacks - but luckily Ms. Pajama Pants turned her sign from 'Stop' to 'Slow' before all hell broke loose.
The scenery started to pick up again once we neared Lake Superior, allowing us the chance to reminisce about our days of snappin' 82 pictures a minute while out west. We took a pit stop for some PB & honey sammiches and after a few more quiet and lazy hours of motorin', arrived at our camp site in Wawa.
The Last Supper consisted of a formal meal (all dressed in our Beula best) of KD 'N' HAWT DAWWWGS. Don't judge. We be campin'.
The evening's events did not work out in Paw's favour, as he promptly realized after he'd just finished showering that the Tank of Sadness was full and needed emptying - into the uncapped sewer pipes conveniently located at each site. All together now: Ewwwwwwwww. While we all sat safely inside under Daddio's stern warning to keep all the windows closed, Mike thought it to be an excellent opportunity to quickly slide the window open, scream, "Ya got pwned!" at Dad and then slide it shut again. Nothin' like the support of your family in these trying times.
It being our last night in Beula's quarters, you'd think we might've all sat around holding hands, looking at every single one of our 2000+ pictures and sharing our favourite memories but alas, it was just like any other night of TV, chattin', and relaxin'. Mom and Dad contemplated the possibility of having to live in the Bounder full time now that our cozy little vacation bubble was on the verge of being popped, but Dad reassured Mom that they didn't have to worry about that until they were reduced to days of "KD and dumpster diving." More fun times to come!
Well, tomorrow we hit the road and won't stop until we get home, after a total of 42 days of bounding across the country side. That also means that this blog is coming to a hasty close so stay tuned for the next and final entry comin' atcha later today once we trade our home on wheels for the one firmly planted in the ground!
Letting the good times roll,
Steph you did such a good job of keeping us all in stitches , we felt like we were all with you. I would read it every night before bed to Mark and cracked up every time, you are the best glad you all survived the greatest experience a family could have ,a beautiful way to bond.Happy you all made it home in one piece , you did a fantastic job so glad you did this trip and blog for us.. xo Deb
ReplyDeleteWhat she said. Except for reading it to Mark every night! Love you guys, xo
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