Day 10 – Louisville, Kentucky

Another day, another KOA.  At least I’m feeling a lot better than I did yesterday.  I have to say, the Park in Missouri we stayed in last night was very nice, with a large doggy play area, or bathroom, and some semi-wild areas that I would have liked to investigate, had I been feeling up to snuff.  Geri and Don liked it too, and Don said he would write a good review of it for RV Park Reviews. 

We got our usual tennish departure, but we weren’t on the road long before we stopped at a WalMart to do some shopping.  My two humans trudged through the rain to get their needs fulfilled, and came trudging back through an even heavier downpour an hour later with a cart full of stuff, all of it essential, I’m sure.  We took off again for the east, and soon reached the junction where we were to leave our faithful I-70 for another road, the I-64.  Unfortunately, we sailed right past it due to a misunderstanding between the pilot and the navigator.  The next half-hour was entirely occupied with plotting to regain access to the 64, mostly through very circuitous means.  They finally accomplished their aim, and we headed into the mess of beat up roadways through St. Louis.  We saw the Arch, crossed the mighty Mississippi, which was filled to the brim, sped through East St. Louis, and finally entered an area of bucolic charm, southern Illinois.  We crossed another large river, later identified as the Wabash, when we entered Indiana, which, to my eye, looked just the same as Illinois. 

I should have mentioned that when we were arriving at the Walmart in Missouri, they had asked Garmy to guide us into the place, and she had botched the job very badly; fortunately, Don decided to ignore her, and we had glided in with no problem.  So, when we were trying to get a route to the KOA in Louisville, Geri asked Garmy for advice, and Don decided to ignore it.  When we were all of the opinion that Don’s choice of heading was in error, we fell back on Garmy, who guided us unerringly to the park.  I have to commend Don on one point, however; had he not sought out and downloaded all of the KOA locations to Garmy, we would have been up a creek.  Or, maybe, the Ohio River. 

We were guided into our spot at the KOA by a rather crusty guy, who was kind enough to compliment Don on his piloting in confined spaces.  Geri took me for a short walk while Don set up the coach, and I got to meet some nice people who were having dinner at a picnic table; I wagged and smiled a lot, but didn’t get any offers of food.  Geri and Don had their microwave dinners from WalMart, and Geri took me for a longer walk, which I really needed.  When we came back, I worked with Don on the blog and got a lot of petting for my work.  Geri suddenly discovered that we had entered the Eastern Time Zone, and it was almost ten o’clock!  We didn’t last long after that.  So, I bid you adieu, and hope that what you do, you do well.