By 10:00am the trailer was ready to go for another big travel day. Leaving Austin after four days our goal was Lake Charles, Louisiana. The GPS’s were conflicting on which was the best way to get back to Interstate 10 to continue our eastbound journey. Although the straight route to Houston was the shortest it would take us through a number of little towns, two lane roads, and stop lights. So, I overrode my electronic marvels and elected to go straight south to get to the freeway.
After a few miles we discover that there is a puddle of vomit on the dog pillow. Neither Marianne nor I had been back there, Molly had never vomited in the car, so the blame fell on Coco, who was peacefully sleeping on the dog pillow. Marianne was convinced that Molly was the culprit, but I defended her because of her spotless history.
Then we heard the sound of gagging again, this time disproving my theory and laying the blame directly on Molly’s stomach. It turns out Marianne had given the dogs some medicine earlier this morning. It didn’t effect Coco at all, but Molly was overcome with what I guessed was motion sickness. She had several more bouts of vomiting, but by this time Marianne had her on her lap, and got her to barf into a plastic bag. Poor Molly, she felt so guilty, gazing her pitiful eyes at us. Marianne didn’t have the heart to tell her that it was the nasty pill that was causing her discomfort.
We made it all the way to Lake Charles without anymore excitement. And for the evening I booked us into a Jellystone RV park which is themed like the Hanna-Barbera cartoons of our youth with Yogi Bear and Booboo as their mascots. These parks are geared more toward children, but in a park that could handle 100 RV, there were only a half-dozen there, and I never saw any children.
And the best news of all is that the price of diesel fuel is dropping the further east we travel, hovering around $3/gallon.
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