Home!

Our last night on the road was to be relaxing but the family in the room next to our's prevented that.

My back story from brief encounters with this family (fiction but probably not too far from the truth):

Apparently Cletus decided not to send in his trailer payment. So with that 'saved' money he took the family to a luxury hotel. His brother, Festus, decided to get in on the party and skipped his El Camino payment in order to show the Missus and kids a good time. So Cletus and his wife, Irma-Jean, and Festus and his wife, Ima-Jane (who was also Irma-Jean's sister) and all the youngin's checked into the same hotel we were in and were assigned a room next to ours.

The youngin's, who all called both men Uncle-Daddy, were a definite sight. Whether super skinny or chubby, each wore ill-fitting clothes - including little Cletus who proudly sported a mullet.

Cletus and Festus each wore NASCAR caps while their wives didn't understand the importance of proper underwear when in public places. In addition, both women insisted on baring their midriffs - complete with flab hanging over their belts. On a positive note, only Irma-Jean was tattooed.

In common areas of the hotel they were easy to spot. In the suite area of the hotel, they were easy to hear. It sounded like they were all in the room next door (maybe the trailer payment could only cover one room). Occasionally Cletus or Festus would yell at one of the kids with a compassionate "I'll whoop your a$$." And maybe that trailer didn't have doors because the kids seemed to be fascinated with the room door; the door slammed every few minutes!

We did complain to management. In the morning when we checked out we got sincere apologizes and a major discount on our stay.

Soon we were on the highway heading south. Traffic in Cincinnati was a nightmare but we eventually made it across the bridge and into Kentucky.

Nothing quite so wonderful as our country roads and the sight of our home.