RUN, FOREST, RUN

Okay, imagine for a minute you have driven through the night. You crawl into your comfy bed for some good sleep. You're dreaming of the open road and where you'll be headed next. Outside your window a rain storm. Then, "BAM" , no not Emeril waking you to a home cooked meal, but the truck, the place you call home, being rocked by yet another "BAM". You scramble to put some clothes on. As you peer out your window you see a big rig start driving away. Here is when Forest Gump jumps into action. Out the door he flies, running after the semi truck that was trying to squeeze into the last parking space at the truck stop, and might I add, not very good at backing up. Must have flunked that portion of truck school. Craig, aka Forest, runs after the truck, across the yard, along side the driver's door yelling at the driver to stop. He did. He never realized that he had hit our Blue Boy. Soaking wet, but with the information he needed for his accident report, Forest, uh, make that Craig surveys the damage.

See, life on the road is a continual adventure. Today finds Craig at Richland Center, Wisconsin unloading two of his boats. If you are looking at this picture below:

and wondering what boats? I thought the same thing. Two of the boats are shrink wrapped in white, I can spy those, but the other three are camouflaged and a bit harder to decipher.

After a quick unload he will be headed to Hudson, Wisconsin for the evening before heading to Malta, Montana for his last stop on Thursday morning. Then it's a guessing game as to where he will be headed next.

As Forest says, "life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you'll get" and that's quite alright with us. After all, Craig and I are like Forest and Jenny, we go together like "peas and carrots".