Yes, Mini-Mo and I are on another epic journey to "the Homeland", Everly, Iowa. We're going to hang out with Mom for a couple weeks, join in the "Community Picnic" fun this weekend, including the always-loveable "Bossy Bingo" - you know, where the cow poops on a numbered grid, and if you have the "lucky" (or "poopy") number, you win the pot. Big farmey fun for the whole family!

Yes, it will be another good time at the old home place. There are many more shots to taste at the Ranch, people to see, places to go, beef to eat, stuff to do... yeah, good times!

Tonight Mo & me are in yet another Red Roof Inn - this one in Indianapolis, tho NOT the one we had booked for tonight! Nooo, Walmart took my room at the Red Roof on the south side of town, which was MUCH more convenient to my route. Yes, I went to check in after booking online last night (confirmed, of course) when the semi-self-important desk girl said, "Oh, I'm sorry. We don't have a room available tonight. We had a group stay over..." Wha-WHAT? A group of what? Elephants?? Jeezus! 

So I went to the car & called the Red Roof 800 number, grumbling as I dialed. Much to my astonishment, the call was answered by an actual American human who actually cared! He really did! And he helped me get an excellent discount on a room on the north side of Indianapolis - $20 cheaper than I was prepared to pay on the south side.

This very nice and competent man is the one who told me that a group from Walmart (aka "Walmartians") was to have checked out today, but decided to extend their stay, thus taking my room. Of course it was Walmart... they are the most evil entity on the planet, did you know that? It's true. They eat puppies and toss midgets for amusement. God only knows what kind of perverse "fun" they're having in MY room on the south side tonight! Oh, I shudder at the possibilities. 

Other than the invasion of the Walmartians, the trip was relatively smooth today. I had several nice exchanges with Garmilla, my Garmin GPS. Her full name is "Garmilla Parker-Bowles" because she has a crisp British accent. Today as we left a gas station in Shelbyville, KY (yes, like Shelbyville in The Simpsons), Garmilla was instructing me to turn here and there, to which I would reply (a la Ned Flanders), "Okely-dokely, Garmilla-ly-do!" Yes, it's the little things, really, and one does have to entertain oneself when being crisply instructed to "take the slip road to I-Six-Hundred-and-Forty", etc.

Tomorrow is a long haul... probably about 12 hours unless I really cruise, which I might IF there are no bad thunderstorms or flooding... a distinct possibility as I get closer to Iowa. Que sera sera... whatever the weather will be, will be... we'll see.

OK, corny rhyming is my sign to stop writing and go to bed. (yes, you can thank me for that.)

Nite! I'll be dreaming of shooting Walmartians with laser beams...