Saturday, June 07, 2008

The meaning of a horn honking

We had a nasty day on the Interstate yesterday. Teeth jarring bumpy ride and strong, gusty winds. Things were falling inside the rig that never fell before. Even the microwave tried to escape.

In the morning someone passed us while honking their horn. I thought, "oh my god, what's wrong? Has our car unhooked and hit the person behind us?" But, no ... as we saw the people passing us they were smiling and waving. I didn't recognize them, but it seemed clear that it was someone familiar with the 'Geeks on Tour' and were responding to the sign on the back of our rig. How fun!

So, when we heard another honking vehicle passing us later in the afternoon, I expected another friendly wave. Not this time. The people were frantically pointing to the rear of our rig with faces that were clearly saying that something was wrong. Jim immediately pulled over and looked to the rear. Instead of a blue and a yellow kayak on top of the car, there was only a blue one!

Jim started to walk back down the road a ways when a truck pulled over and talked to him. He said that he saw the kayak come off. He stopped and pulled the kayak off the road. He told us that there was a rest area just ahead of us and an exit where we could turn around and go back for it. At the rest area, a trucker waved us down and said, "Hey! Are you missing a boat?" He told us exactly where it was - right by the previous exit. So, we went back and found it. All in one piece except for a couple broken straps!


And, here's Jim retrieving his kayak. He spent the longest time tying them back on, racking his brain on how it could have gotten loose. He's kept them on there around the country a couple times.

So we found a campground a little sooner that we planned. A nice city park in North Little Rock called Burns Park - $16 with Good Sam membership. No Internet from satellite thru these trees! We didn't even try to jockey around ... we were ready for a drink and go to bed!

Today we finished the trip to Branson. Jim did *all* the driving this trip. I brought my laptop to my lap in the passenger seat this time. Got a lot of stuff done! I was going to try hooking up the cell phone for Internet access, but I found enough work to do that didn't need Internet. We've been over this same stretch of road before, so I didn't feel the need to sightsee.

Even without doing any of the driving, I feel wiped out from 4 days of 300 mile days! I really don't like traveling more than 200 miles in a day, and 100 is even better. I also don't like traveling multiple days in a row. We left Fort Lauderdale 7 days, 1,400 miles and $550 in gas ago. But ... we made it. And, it's a little bit cooler here and the wind has died down. Ahhhhhh We have a nice site here. It's so nice when the site and the weather allow you to extend your living space to the outside:

We'll be here for a week for the RV-Dreams rally. Monday and Tuesday we're trying something new. A 2 day computer boot camp - a hands on class where people bring their laptops. Should be fun.

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Anonymous said...

Sorry to hear about your kayak's attempt at non-powered flight. That would be a truly heart wrenching moment should one day I see mine doing pirouette's as I lumber down the road. I'm glad you got yours back with little or no harm done. You may want to run the straps through the scupper holes. Hard to get away that way.

Chris Guld said...

Hey Glenn! The straps *were* run through the scupper holes. They always are. Thats' the dilemma.

Anonymous said... have one determined kayak don't you? Have you been beating it? j/k is it possible that one of the straps simply came loose or failed? You might just for safety sake put a cable lock on them for both security and anti-flight manuvers. Sure it will look a bit odd as it flops wildely down the road but at least you keep it with you. Again I'm glad you were able to preserve your yak!

Anonymous said...

If you keep telling stories like the ones since you left here, I will think you are trying to talk us out of RVing. (Kidding.)

You brought to mind the day we brought our 12' Hobie Mono Cat home from the dealer 30 plus years ago. They had tied it on our roof, it fell off just before the bridge and luckily the car behind us was far enough back that it missed him. It did damage it, but not a lot.

Glad y'all are alright.

Rod Ellison said...

That's incredible.. So the Kayak stayed in one piece, no holes? after riding the concrete.. wow.