Well, our first adventure was early. We were technically "on the road" to far away places and beautiful scenery. Everything loaded, house locked down, dogs figuring out where they were going to hang out. We gave eachother a congratuatory high five at the stop sign at the end of our street. All we need is some gas and ice, and a couple big sodas.
It was all going so good, until we were flooding the QT gas station with their gasoline. It was running down the pavement instead of into our tank. Why? Because the gas line under the RV was broken, old and disintigrating.
Now, I've watched movies. I know that if somebody throws a cigarette out their window, we are all going go up in a big ol ball of flames.
"Ended before it even began. How sad".
But we were lucky enough to get of there alive, travel the mile back to the house, tell two very disappointed dogs that our trip was over - didn't we have fun, kids?
Kurt thinks with some luck and the right parts, we'll be back on the road tomorrow. So I'm sleeping in my own bed, get one more good shower in the morning and hoping for the best.
Tomorrow will be a better day. Good night.