The Adventure Begins...Maybe
Monday, July 11th, 2016, we were hellbent on reaching Pigeon Forge. We had a wedding to attend in Maine that Friday, and the itinerary was already ambitious. Packing, packing, cleaning, cleaning, trash, more trash...ok, Chattanooga. Let's AT LEAST make it to Chattanooga tonight. I had forgotten a few things on the back porch I needed to haul out to the curb. Feeling Herculean, I picked up Johnny Cash's (our dog) igloo house thingy with one hand, and swiftly whacked it into my left big toe. The nail was mostly off, but I refused to waste time on the walk-in clinic. A few shots and a couple of Codeine, and I finished it off, bandaged it up and we resigned ourselves to leaving in the morning.
With all of our furnishings crammed into two PODS and a freshly cleaned house, the RV would be our accommodations for the night. In a stroke of good luck and possibly some pity, our neighbor down the block offered us curbside 30-amp service for the night. While we didn't go but maybe 300 feet, we did set out on our adventure and spent the first night of our trip in the camper. So, today we celebrate our first anniversary. Cheers!