Honey, I’m ho-ome!

I went to church this morning and asked for prayer for Mark’s last day on the road. All afternoon, Tucson seemed kind of antsy, like she knew he was supposed to be arriving today. Both of us were listening every time we heard a motorcycle. Finally, this evening after 5:30 we were outside waiting for what we knew had to come at any time, and we were rewarded with the sound of a motorcycle turning into the church parking lot. When Mark rounded the corner of the church, I squealed and skipped over to him with my arms open wide! Tucson ran to him too, but I beat her there!

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From Liberty, MO

I spent nearly an hour beforehand trying to find a place for us to stop for the night. We crossed into Missouri and I missed the state border sign. I was still fretting and stewing online when Mark happened to see a Cracker Barrel restaurant along the edge of the highway. He had heard that they allow overnight camping, so we pulled in and found they have designated parking spaces for RVs and buses behind their restaurant. We asked and they don’t have any particular restrictions. We got parked and went in to have a nice dinner. Mark says we may go in for breakfast too!

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