Good Morning Campers

After a night of not so blissful slumber, we awoke to the sounds of nature. Specifically, the sounds of Sheabone wandering though the camp ground looking for berries, picnic baskets, and captain morgan. Brett thought he was entitled to more sleep than the rest of us just because he drove all night. I disagreed with his logic, and felt the need to wake him up:

After packing up the tent we piled into the RV, slightly hungover, very tired, but ready to continue our journey. But before we could press on, we needed breakfast. We really just wanted a cup of coffee and maybe a muffin. We got the wafflehouse. Winners = us!

Actually, I should qualify that statement. It is entirely possible we could all be losers after the wafflehouse visit. Double order of hashbrowns covered (cheese) and topped (chili) - what could possibly go wrong!?! Well, we're only 5 miles down the road, but already there is some rumblings from the citizens of Bowel-Town. The one who stands to lose the most is Moden, since he's sitting directly behind me and currently driving the RV - which means he has nowhere to run. I may owe him a beer when all is said. Still, we continue our journey forward - with strength and intestinal fortitude (I hope). I have next shift at the wheel. We'll see if I can stay composed with the chili cheese goodness running amok downtown.

Trouble Ahead?

~Saps