Monday, April 16

Today we drove 302 miles to Whittington Woods campground in Illinois.

Nana said "Can't we go any faster than 55? It will takes us forever!"

Poppa said something that sounded like "$&#% 9.1 miles per gallon? I'm trying to save gas."

The campground was beautiful. Mary and Reed bought it in 2008, when it was a bit run-down, but had beautiful oak and buckeye trees. Now they've added a lot of new stuff.

I got right to work looking for dinner, and thought I had found it:




Unfortunately, she had friends:




Not one to wallow in defeat, I decided to celebrate instead.






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