We spent last night at the KOA in Union, Illinois, about an hour’s drive from where we have to return the RV.
It was another really pretty campground, although the bathrooms were probably the poorest we have seen on our trip so far. Even so, the water in the showers was hot and had good pressure, so I am not going to complain.
The road trip ends this morning with us delivering the RV back to Cruise America in Chicago. We have washed the outside, cleaned the inside and miraculously managed to get all our stuff into our suitcases again. I wasn’t convinced that was going to happen.
Roadtripping in the RV has been a fantastic way to travel the country and still feel that we have a “home” or, at least, our own space instead of living out of a suitcase and staying in a different hotel every night as we would if we had rented a car instead.
We’ve been able to do our own cooking, which has saved us a lot of cash and a lot of hidden calories.
This afternoon we fly to Houston. I’m looking forward to the differences in scenery there.
After all the stories and jokes I have heard over the years, I am keen to see for myself what Texas is like. George Strait may be biased, but I would like to think he is not entirely wrong about his home state. And if he is your typical Texan, then yes please.
It is a mind-blowingly beautiful day in Southern Kentucky. Sunshine, blue sky, vivid greens of grass and trees, spring blossoms atop graceful trunks and branches, horses and cows in the fields, and the gentlest breeze bringing the scenery to life.
KOA Horse Cave was a gorgeous spot to camp. It’s well laid out and thoughtfully provisioned with a fire pit and picnic table for each camping site. There are lots of trees and some very pretty walking paths. Squirrels, chipmunks and ducks visited nearby while we were staying there. I still think squirrels are some of the cutest critters on the planet, despite regular assurances from my American friends that they are “pure, unadulterated evil”.
Kentucky is a really pretty state. There’s no end of “heartland” scenery here. The patchwork of farms on the landscape is lovely. There are some interesting barn designs here too, as well as the standard “American barn” style.
It is also very clean, from what I have seen. People here obviously take pride in how things look. It’s so nice to drive down the interstate and not see rubbish on the side of the road. It’s obviously something the state encourages too, with signs along the highway that read “Warren County: a certified clean county”. As a roadtripping, photo-taking tourist, it’s very much appreciated.
More than once I’ve seen three crosses set by the roadside – not the kind used to mark where someone has died in a crash,although I have seen those, too – but the kind used to remind people driving by that it’s almost Easter. It’s simple but poignant, and reminds me of Randy Travis’ song about “three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway”, so that has been playing on the brainPod today as we drive, along with George Strait’s “Heartland”.
I guess it’s not going to come as a surprise to anyone now that I’m heading to Nashville today.