We reached Jill and Brian’s house in Washington, near Peoria, about on time but then began an intricate dance to place the Airstream behind their house in such a way Brian could leave in the morning and the neighbor—they have a shared drive--could also get out. This, of course, was witnessed by many gaggling women and neighborhood kids, as Brian and his neighbor moved cars about and directed me as I backed the trailer.
I don’t know how long this lasted –at least a half hour, I think—until we became reasonably settled and the now overheated truck and driver could relax. In the process I put a fairly good coat of black rubber on Brian’s cement driveway, scraped plants, and dislodged an edge strip along the driveway.
It was good seeing Jill and Brian and Trevor and Colin, even though we had seen them at our house in June.
We all went to dinner at a local Mexican restaurant. Did you know chili relleno can be stuffed with ground beef? Well, in rural Illinois it can, unfortunately, proving once again that Mexican food declines at the square of the distance from San Diego. [Later we learned this misguided practice is followed in many other states, particularly in the south-east.]
On Saturday, after a round of Brian’s large pancakes, we were off to watch Trevor’s soccer game (trailer in tow), meet Brian's visiting parents, and then we were on our way.
Did Jill ever find her purse? Dunno.
Hey Cam....I bet now you have a new appreciation of how I back our 30' Classic into our backyard ;-)
ReplyDeleteCheers, Dee