Well, we’re not actually in St. Louis — we’re 30 miles west in Eureka, situated in a campground where we stayed back in March. It’s a nice park, all we need for an overnight.
As advertised, this was the shortest drive on our three-day run. After filling Ernie with diesel and the SilverSilverado with gas right out of the gate this morning, we settled in for an uneventful 200-mile drone on I-70 toward The Gateway to The West. Traffic was a bit better than yesterday, the pavement only marginally so.
The heat was searing.
Under agreeable conditions and with crossing into Central Time we were parked, set up and relaxing — inside the air-conditioned bus, mind you — by noon. Naturally, naps followed.
Two days in, Deb and I have found a decent rhythm. We’ve fine-tuned our communication and I’ve taken on my own navigation (which saved us in St. Louis). We have one more day to get it perfect.
Oh, by the way — the SilverSilverado (aka “Artie”) is getting fuel mileage rivaling the V6 Tacomas it replaced. Granted, it’s following my pokey ass down the road, and Ernie punches a big ol’ hole in the wind, but 24-25mpg from that 355hp, 5.3-liter V8 is nothing to scoff at.
Tomorrow we’ll be fueled by anticipation and adrenaline. We’re going Home.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
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