We departed leisurely Sunday after church and headed towards Rock Island State Park where we camped at state run campground. The camping was easy - running water at the campsite and bathrooms very close. Luxury (well, more or less) compared to what we will have this summer. Also, we drove less than one mile of gravel roads throughout the entire 'shakedown,' so vehicle testing is still yet to be determined.
On the way to Rock Island we stopped at a Sav-a-lot in Spencer (middle of no-where Tenn) and caused quite a spectacle. An older country couple (read - teeth missing, long unkempt beard, sweat-suit clad) stepped out the pick up truck next to us, looked at us, then the roof rack, which was loaded with fuel cans and pelican cases as part of 'testing', and looked backed at us quizzically, befuddled. The gentleman then asked us where exactly we were headed. In order to ward off other inevitable and questioning glances at our supplies I replied that we were headed across country on the most deserted paths and tracks we could find. (No matter the fact that we won't actually be doing that for two months, right?) He proceeded to give the "You're nuts" look that we are getting so used to and walked on into the store. Writing this now serves as a reminder that I need to photograph these run-ins with 'locals' along the way this summer.
Anyway, the short of it is that we had a wonderful time. Within minutes of arriving at the campsite Bailey and Harper were in the dirt playing cars. I think everyone slept well and the kids slept late (7:30) the next morning. On to the pichers: