Toadless no more

On just our third day back in The Ozarks, we claimed our prize.

Yesterday we must’ve looked seriously at 20 vehicles. We did a lot of shopping on the Web, too, and we had a couple of folks (including Deb’s cousin) helping us identify potential toads. Through it all one stood out to us, so this afternoon I pulled out the salesman’s card and called him to see if it was still available.

It was. We went to the dealer and drove it, first me and then Deb, really putting it through its paces. The salesman ran the numbers and we made a deal.

Deb drove it home. It’s ours.

It’s a low-mileage (for its age) Jeep Wrangler Unlimited Sport, almost ten years old, that’s been mildly modified. It runs strong, tracks true and doesn’t rattle. Like our 17-year-old Ernie, it was well cared for by its previous owner.

Wranglers are popular toads, for good reason. Setting it up to be towed — involving both the Jeep and the bus — is our next project.

Actually, this thing is pretty badass. And it’s orange — I love orange.

We brought the new-to-us Jeep back to our campground, took care of the dogs and headed right back out for dinner. Our celebratory meal was Tex-Mex, our favorite, which we enjoyed and at a small restaurant close by.

I think it’s safe to say that we’re now ahead of schedule. We got lucky and found what we were looking for sooner than expected, which is like a breathing treatment — we have license to slow down and complete the process without any urgency.

Besides, we’ll be able to use the Jeep at will to tour this area with a freedom we haven’t had before.

That’s a very good thing.

Take care of yourselves, Patriots (and you’ll want to stay tuned to learn what we’ve named the Jeep, ’cause we think you’ll like it). Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.

#WiseUp #LibertyOrDeath

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