Magnus Goes Home (to Thor)

 Thursday, October 24 2024

Finally, on our way!  Chicago here we come!

Needless to say, I'm mildly enthused about this trip. It's a stupid trip, planned after we got totally exasperated with MHS RV dealer's repair shop.  We decided to go to the Thor manufacturing repair shop and make an excursion out of it.  But after we submitted the list to Thor repair and they trimmed several items off it--they said "not broken" or "working as intended"--the remaining items weren't really worth a trip to Indiana. But we were mad and we'd made up our minds.

So there we went. We decided to sweeten the pot by taking a few extra days just for ourselves. Leaving poor Molly at the boarding kennel, we'll go on the Thor factory tour, trip through a few museums, and go to Chicago and to stay in a swanky hotel for a night. Things we don't typically do because we have dog.  I didn't think about it at the time, but it turned out that the resort hotel I chose did allow dogs, and even allowed them to be left in the room while the people go out.

But that wasn't something I was interested in, and anyway, we'd only be at that hotel for a single day. (Checking in at 4pm and out at 12, and since we're old people who go to bed by 10, that ended up being a whole lot less than a day.)

Never mind, I'm still excited. But I miss Molly already.  And so does Ed.

The first day's drive was due north, up 75/69 through Oklahoma on the route we've taken a hundred times before.  Big Cabin RV park is just 10 RV spaces nestled in between a diesel repair business and a farmer's field. Just past the field, between it and the farmhouse, was a railroad track. Just loud enough we could hear it, but not so loud as to feel it coming through the walls. Nice.

We got there before two (after leaving at about 9:10), and found out they were under a county-wide burn ban. So, no charcoal grill. We had the choice of eating canned food out of the pantry or going out. Actually, I was intending to eat canned food anyway, but I can never turn down a decent excuse for going out.

There was a "truck stop style" cafe just north of there that looked really good for the basics--burgers and stuff--but nothing much for me to eat. Then I found a place called Thomas' just 20 minutes south, back down route 69 that we'd just come up. It had a huge menu including famous fish tacos and a 12-ounce ribeye steak. Also beef liver and onions.

 

 

As much as I wanted the liver & onions, I went with the fish tacos. Marvelous!  Almost the right amount of spice, although an extra jalapeno would have fixed that up real fast, and with a creamy chipotle sauce that I loved.  It ran all over my hands and it was all I could do not to lick my fingers.

Ed's blue cheese dressing wan't very good, and his steak was overcooked and tasteless. Too bad.

Note to future selves: don't eat steak unless you're at a steakhouse.