Our first Reprise!

September 2019

https://bryrv.blogspot.com/2019/09/homeward-bound.html

The answer comes one year later, September 2020:

We didn't plan for this. Honestly. We are wandering westward with only a vague goal in mind –Wyoming, maybe; we really aren't sure. The next thing you know the map put us in Mitchell, SD and we awakened to find that we weren't sure which was the more exciting: a revisit to the “The World's Only Corn Palace” or dinner at Ruby Tuesday.

So we did both. And John even had his hair cut.

Y'see, we had finally found I-90 and turned in a fairly straight westward line.

Since we planned to laze along only three hours a day at first, our first landing after Winona was in Welcome, Minnesota. It was a very pretty, very green, and nicely manicured RV park –with full hookups. After three days of watching the levels in our fresh water tank move in the opposite directions of our not-so-fresh, and downright-ucky holding tanks, we thankfully pulled in and connected. The flow of electrons also allowed us to recharge the “house batteries” and use the microwave. We could've run the air conditioner, too, if there'd been a need.

Instead we got up in the morning and drove another maybe three hours to the exact same R&R campground we'd used in Mitchell last year, just off the interstate. Then we went shopping and John finally visited the barber he'd been meaning to get to since some shaggy while ago. Debbie bought John's story she'd promised him a steak at Ruby Tuesday the day three weeks ago when they stopped at one in Michigan only for the salad bar. Then it was off to see if the Corn Palace had survived.

A Farmer's Market this year.

If you had read last year's account, you learned that the outside murals are composed entirely of corn kernels in several different natural colors and husks.  They change the design yearly. This year, the building celebrated itself. The first Corn Palace was built in 1892, but this building harks back to 1921 and they launched into the Centennial birthday with Mitchell exuberance one year early.

The lady who'd cut John's hair called it The world's biggest bird feeder. Her embarrassed tone of voice suggested she'd have no future position with the Visitors' Bureau.

The next day found us within 20 miles of a camp/recreation area established by the US Army Corps of Engineers at the Big Bend Dam on the Missouri River.

We're still new to this RVing thing and decided to stop here to see what that's like. No water and no sewage hookups on-site, but we did have 50 amps of electricity for just $9/day ( which is half price for us oldsters).  For that, you get a leveled, graveled site –many of them are pull-throughs– with power.  There are several water spigots throughout the camp, but coaches should have their freshwater tanks filled.  There is a dump station, for emptying when you're done.  Everybody else had their boats on the water and fishing lines in. We don't fish, but Debbie watched watery scenery –a personal thrill, especially as she secured us in site 22B, the nearest to the best water view in the entire area.

We stayed two days and John finally caught up on writing these blogs.

You're welcome.

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