Friday, June 12, 2015

Speedy GonJohn

Day 3, June 12th, The Epic Adventure

Today was actually uneventful.  It doesn't make for great blog material, but it makes for EXCELLENT travel time.


We left Sidney NE at around 7 am.  After being greeted by the local geese, we loaded quickly, and took off for the longest day. Loaded quickly is a phrase used by most people that travel with a grandmother in a wheelchair, 15 bags for 5 people per night, coolers, a lift and two trucks and trailers.

We set our sights on Evantston, Wyoming and we took no prisoners. In fact, at one point down a very steep hill (I would call mountain), Speedy Gonzales or Speed GonJohn pulled the U-Haul speedracer in front of a semi.  It was a battle of wills, but John held his own as Vicki, Grandma and I watched from the view of our truck.  To show our deep love, we decided that if he blew the engine during his great race, we would be kind enough to pull over and unload the lawn mower from our trailer. Eventually we were sure he and Popsie could make it to California!
Looks kind of like a race car, right?


The scenery did change today. The rock, hills and blue sky gave us new energy as we surely are headed west.  Popsie informed me he would be a much better Indian than Cowboy. When I asked why he said, "I can build a good fire, and I could run a really great casino."  Well, there you have it.  

Meet Popsie...Leader of the "We Are Crazy Tribe."



During the trip we saw antelope, horses and cows.  EXCITING! I know you are all jealous.  Actually we laughed because as a small child I was quite contrary (surprise), and I would see a horse and yell "cow" and I would see a cow and yell "horse"... Today with a 90, 88 and 40 year old, we had trouble deciphering which animals were which along the roadside.  Our eyes and the distance caused us to second guess ourselves. I think this was God's little joke.

We arrived to the hotel and as John checked in they told him they did not have the rooms we reserved.  The lift would not fit in the room we were given, and we do not have adjoining rooms.  To say that I was little upset would be a colossal error, since it took us over 4 hours to make reservations for adjoining first floor rooms that were handicap accessible. After a LOT of maneuvering the vehicles, unloading, using ramps and finding the ice machine so we could have a DRINK, I made my way to the front desk.  In true Crackel/Carder fashion I was going to explain their mistake and demand money off of our rooms.  Imagine the scenes from Planes Trains and Automobiles or Seinfeld explaining the purpose of a reservation.  So, I asked, "Is it true that you do not have ANY adjoining rooms?" and he responded, "No, it is true that the rooms you reserved are under repair and are not available due to a water leak."  To that I responded with a very whitty, "OH."

The easiest part of our days are in the vehicle on the road.  Of course our time is full of in depth conversations and thought provoking questions.  Just listen below and become very jealous of our trip. This first conversation is between Popsie and I and about who is the better driver. If you listen closely you can hear Gma giving her two cents. You have to copy the link below and put it in a new browser. I know. Annoying. I wouldn't do it either.  I'm too tired to figure it out.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B5ZqAkI9p-uuYi1zUXI1cFpXalk/view?usp=sharing

This video is funny if you listen close you can hear Popsie say a fellow was a pain in the butt.  He asks me if I remember him.  He means, a guy I met once when I was 10.  So of course my answer was yes.  Now if you know Popsie, he is a joker and a tad bit ornery, so to hear him describe a guy as a joker is entertainment enough. Again. The copy and paste thing.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B5ZqAkI9p-uuOEcxQ29ITmhwenM/view?usp=sharing

I recognize this post is not as humorous as the last few.  THANK GOD, we seem to be settling into a routine that works for us.  Thanks for your prayers, texts and well wishes.  We are over 1/2 way tonight.  





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