We are sitting at a rest stop in Missouri as I write this. It is rather noisy outside with semis out on the road and cars slamming doors nearby. Glad Dan is asleep as a car just pulled in with rap music blaring.
Even though there is a sign that says no camping, we think this does not pertain to us because we do not take more than a parking space. If they are going to get someone on it, how about the people next to us taking up about six parking spaces. And, I doubt if the MO HPs would want to hack off the semi drivers lined up below us either.
So, we’re here for the night. It is a rest stop, right? We’re tired.
Tomorrow it is Maifest in Hermann, Missouri. Then later, a cook out at our niece's in Columbia.