Daniel Boone was a man, he was a big man....

Ok so we have parked up for three days in a place called Boone in North Carolina.  Yes it is named after the one and only Daniel Boone, who as it turns out, is a bit of a winner!  I thought he was just some man that we used to sing a song about in school whilst playing elastics but he was in fact a real person who lead a very interesting life.  Did you know that 3 of his 10 children were captured by indians, he himself was later captured and made part of their tribe, til he escaped and he didn't die until he was 85 (but was still hunting?  What a hard dude! I seriously feel like donning a racoon hat and running around the countryside hunting something with a knife. Ok maybe not THAT drastic but, hey, a girl can be inspired.

Anyway, enough of that history lesson.  We are here for 3 days as it is Memorial Day weekend in the USA (like Anzac Day) and that means 2 things; 1) every single campground for miles is absolutely chock a block.  In fact we are currently wedged into this campsite like a bunch of sardines.  Side by side RV's as far as the eye can see. Just five minutes ago I heard Bob from next door (who is a Sagitarian and likes long walks on the beach and rides a Harley with his wife Edith who has ingrown toenails) go to the bathroom.  A very pleasant experience, let me tell you.  I intend to repay the favour later on this arvo after some spicy mexican for lunch!  hee hee.  Sorry Dad I know you will be rolling you eyes after reading that.  Anyway 2) we get all kinds of discounts because we are a military family.  And I means serious discounts! In fact we could go to a Dodge car yard and buy one car and get one free.  Can you believe that!!!

On a different note I wanted to tell you about an exciting experience I had yesterday when we stopped for lunch at KFC because Shano wanted to try the buffet (an experience in itself that I am not quite ready to speak of yet - simply use your imagination and times it by 50 and that might give you a slight indication).  While we were there a gentleman called Bobby-Joe tried to hit on me! I speak not a lie when I tell you that he had no teeth, lots of grease in his hair and a crazy lazy eye that meant I wasn't sure if he was winking at me or the man across from me.  I tell you, who needs a southern man when you can have a hill billy mountain bloke.  I made Shano drive off very quickly and wear his most intimidating look.  Bobby-Joe was not deterred however.  What can I say - I've still got it!!! Yay for me.

I will post back again tonight after I have convinced Shano to participate in the camp enforced fun of Tie-Dying a bandana and matching T-Shirt and hitting the bingo hall.  xxxxx