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USA road trip, day 5, meet me in St. Louis

USA road trip, day 5, meet me in St. Louis

We survived the night, no pig squealing was heard at all. Another early start but this time the planning had been inadequate. Greg’s sausages , although very nice, there just weren’t enough of them. We said goodbye to the cabin and hit the road. We had 660 miles in front of us today which the satnav said was going to take 10 hours. That didn’t account for Phil and his toilet stops. But the first stop of the day wasn’t for a toilet break but a covered bridge near Covington, think Bridges of Madison County (if you’ve seen the film). Very quaint. Then it was off to the Greenbrier for a very quick photo op, no nuclear bunker tour as recommended by the New Jersey couple we met back in NYC, and it was raining. What a day to be doing that many miles, and later we were going to be travelling through the tail end of hurricane Patricia. It was early yet, the closer we got to St. Louis, the darker it got, naturally, and the rain and wind got heavier. And Phil was driving the last leg. But before all of that terror we had to stop for a breakfast top up so the nearest McD’s was found. Phil and I ventured inside and found the most amusing sight, identical twins. That’s all I’ll say. After wolfing the breakfast down we hit the road again, cutting through the mountains and heading for the plains. It was a wonderful sight on that moist Tuesday morning, cutting through the Appalachians, watching the mist rise off of the trees, magical. It was a tough day. A long day. And there weren’t many snaps to take. But we did have one of the funniest moments of the trip, Phil needing one of his toilet stops just as we hit a traffic jam. To see Phil in the back of the car, trying to get down on his knees, unzip and sliding the rear door back to have a pee as the car was crawling along at 3 mph was truly side splitting. Then not being able to pass water, and panicking like a four year old was almost too much to bear. Greg and I were crying, literally. Then Greg found Phil a bag to pee in, I don’t know what you call it, it was a camping thing, but it’s supposed to soak up the moisture. The relief on Phil’s face when it was produced…and then it turned out the bag was so old and worn it had a hole in it! You had to be there. We made it to St. Louis, I think we rolled in to the hotel at around 10pm. Hungry. Thirsty. We headed out for a bite to eat. Couldn’t find the restaurant that the guy at the hotel directed us to, and swiftly headed back to the hotel. Stayed in the hotel bar until 2am watching baseball and putting the world right with Phil. Was a tough day. In the morning we had an anniversary party to go to…

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