Where Have We Been?

We didn't just disappear off the face of the earth. Unfortunately, we had a real internet problem. Our ATT data card, which is supposed to work wherever our cell phones work, doesn't. On the trip, it only worked in large cities (and not all the time there), which seriously limited our time to post. Sorry about no posts!



At any rate, we are back and have just finished celebrating Thanksgiving with our children and my mother. The trip was great -- in fact, so great we are doing it again next week. Only this time, we're doing it my way. GB has admitted we took way too much stuff. We didn't use even half of it. For one thing, we took cooking supplies, including gourmet stuff because we like to cook. We didn't use that stuff once, since we discovered we so very much enjoyed eating at all the Mom and Pop places along the way!



We've also discovered that other people seem to be fascinated by what we're doing. My cousin, who stopped by tonight to wish us a Happy Thanksgiving, told us there is even a term for it: funemployed. I googled it, and sure enough that's what we are. The funemployed have decided to take a sabbatical from being gainfully employed in order to have some fun. I think it's because we grew up in the 60s and 70s, and there is a little bit of hippie in all of us who were young then. On our first road trip, we often chose the back roads over the interstate, we talked to people in shops and got tips for the local food joints and at night we slept in the back of the van in our sleeping bags. (Along the sleeping line, coming from the South, we did not anticipate that about 90 percent of the campgrounds in Minnesota and Wisconsin would be closed for the winter. So guess what? We spent several nights sleeping in a Wal-Mart parking lot. No one ever questioned our van being there overnight, and we felt perfectly safe.)



So, next week we're starting out again. This time, we'll head toward Gettysburg and Philadelphia. After that, maybe Canada or maybe we'll come home. When you're funemployed, who knows where you'll turn up next?