Dad says we're gonna see armadillos today.
Huh? Oh, sorry-- scratch that. We're going to Amarillo, Texas.
|Gawrsh... I musta goofed.|
|Hmmm... not so much. Especially after leaving Navarre Beach.|
However, Dad said there'sa swimming pool here. I don’t see a sign anywhere that says I'm not allowed, so let's go take a dip.
|No way am I going in there!!!|
|Hardy har har -- that is SO not funny|
|Show her how it’s done, Glen.|
When we parked at the restaurant, Mom almost took a detour when she saw her favorite store, TJMaxx (or as my Dad calls it, TJCrapp):
|C'mon, Mom. Resist temptation...|
After a quick meal, we got back on the road.
|Mom! Stop singing that song, would ya?|
It was sunset when we reached our destination campsite, "Oasis RV Resort:"
|Looks more like a mission than an RV park office...|
|"Honey-- How do you put this thing in reverse?"|
My Dad had that 'wtf' kinda look on his face when he got out of the Supervan... But it had nothing to do with the sea of gravel or the tumbleweeds -- it was the STENCH.
Holy guacamole it stinks here, and whatever it is doesn't smell human!
My dad's dirty socks smell like roses compared to this place.
Turns out, we were downwind of a neighboring cattle farm. And they call this an Oasis Resort?
That's the biggest load of bullcrap I've ever heard -- or in this case, smelled. (haha I made a funny).
|What that putrid smell? |
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind...