Relocation of Fort Awesome to sunny Florida is no small task. If you are ever wondering how much stuff you have I think that you should pile it all in a truck and weigh it. That is metaphorical, you get to see how much junk you've accumulated and evaluate your consumer driven existence, but seriously, we put it on a Caterpillar Semi-truck scale and find out you have 5 tons of stuff. Lucky for us the Air Force pays us to move our stuff (buy the pound) so they don't have to. So my wife drove the small truck and I took the big one and at 1200 noon we left Wichita Falls. After a stop for food and bathroom we really left Wichita Falls at 100pm. I never thought that driving slow could be so relaxing, but no pressure to pass anyone is kind of nice. We circumvented down-town Dallas by taking the back roads,
which are becoming more civilized by the day as the Metroplex amebas out into the country side. But there are still some gems left. Somewhere you've got to cut through Northeast Texas, the road was paved but about as rural as is gets, I felt very Dukes of Hazzardish. Over the course of the trip we definately saw some sweet signs "Look for long Logs" and my favorite : "DONUTS, ARCHERY, GUNS" I mean one stop shopping you can't beat. We stayed with my family in Longview which was nice to relax. The next day started off strange. First of all I had the low fuel alarm going off in my truck which was sitting on E so I planned a stop at a very strategic truck stop on the way out of town. The manly woman managing the pumps walks up and says "Sorry son, we ain't got no diesel, an I cain't tell you when we gettin' more." Not that I was going to wait around for that anyway, what kind of truck stop runs out of fuel. So I'm sweating the low fuel light and go back an exit to another truck stop I know of, which turns out to be torn down. After passing 2 other places who ran dry of diesel I finally find some at the Wal-mart. Crisis averted. I still can't understand why we can't leave town in less than 1 hour. In Ruston, LA, we stopped for lunch with McKay's grandma, Honey, and her husband H.L. They took us to this little joint in the middle of the woods and treated us to one of the best catfish dinners I have ever had. For two folks who are trying to take it easy they stay really busy, which I think keeps them young at heart. They both said they don't ever want to be 100 years old, and I believe H.L. but I think Honey might be fibbing just a little. Then we went from Jackson, MS, to Mobile, AL, the only station I could find was this monotone preacher talking about how the pope in the 920 A.D. era was the Antichrist and Napoleon put and end to the Tribulation, so you better keep the Sabbath holy. There was some other logic in between those points, based in scripture, but I think that if there was a biblical tribulation in the dark ages, they did s pretty good cover up. We stayed in a hotel in
Mobile that didn't allow pets, but we explained that Gus is a military dog, so they made an exception. All he did was sleep on his mat anyway. So we left Mobile in what seemed like good time, but as we approached the Florida border the hotel called and said
that they had my military ID card which is impossible because I have it right here in my pocke...what..., this is a room key. That's right I turned in my ID in the cute little paper sleeve. So as I went back to get it Mckay continued on in the little truck to the Florida welcome center. If you do the math my trip back to the hotel set us back an hour, as usual. So we made it the rest of the way without incident and upon arrival we got a parking spot for the boat, got a house, and ate at the Burger King over looking the ocean. We unloaded the truck in about 4 hours, it was awesome, Fort Awesome, Florida.
Relocation of Fort Awesome to sunny Florida is no small task. If you are ever wondering how much stuff you have I think that you should pile it all in a truck and weigh it. That is metaphorical, you get to see how much junk you've accumulated and evaluate your consumer driven existence, but seriously, we put it on a Caterpillar Semi-truck scale and find out you have 5 tons of stuff. Lucky for us the Air Force pays us to move our stuff (buy the pound) so they don't have to. So my wife drove the small truck and I took the big one and at 1200 noon we left Wichita Falls. After a stop for food and bathroom we really left Wichita Falls at 100pm. I never thought that driving slow could be so relaxing, but no pressure to pass anyone is kind of nice. We circumvented down-town Dallas by taking the back roads, 
which are becoming more civilized by the day as the Metroplex amebas out into the country side. But there are still some gems left. Somewhere you've got to cut through Northeast Texas, the road was paved but about as rural as is gets, I felt very Dukes of Hazzardish. Over the course of the trip we definately saw some sweet signs "Look for long Logs" and my favorite : "DONUTS, ARCHERY, GUNS" I mean one stop shopping you can't beat. We stayed with my family in Longview which was nice to relax. The next day started off strange. First of all I had the low fuel alarm going off in my truck which was sitting on E so I planned a stop at a very strategic truck stop on the way out of town. The manly woman managing the pumps walks up and says "Sorry son, we ain't got no diesel, an I cain't tell you when we gettin' more." Not that I was going to wait around for that anyway, what kind of truck stop runs out of fuel. So I'm sweating the low fuel light and go back an exit to another truck stop I know of, which turns out to be torn down. After passing 2 other places who ran dry of diesel I finally find some at the Wal-mart. Crisis averted. I still can't understand why we can't leave town in less than 1 hour. In Ruston, LA, we stopped for lunch with McKay's grandma, Honey, and her husband H.L. They took us to this little joint in the middle of the woods and treated us to one of the best catfish dinners I have ever had. For two folks who are trying to take it easy they stay really busy, which I think keeps them young at heart. They both said they don't ever want to be 100 years old, and I believe H.L. but I think Honey might be fibbing just a little. Then we went from Jackson, MS, to Mobile, AL, the only station I could find was this monotone preacher talking about how the pope in the 920 A.D. era was the Antichrist and Napoleon put and end to the Tribulation, so you better keep the Sabbath holy. There was some other logic in between those points, based in scripture, but I think that if there was a biblical tribulation in the dark ages, they did s pretty good cover up. We stayed in a hotel in 
Mobile that didn't allow pets, but we explained that Gus is a military dog, so they made an exception. All he did was sleep on his mat anyway. So we left Mobile in what seemed like good time, but as we approached the Florida border the hotel called and said
that they had my military ID card which is impossible because I have it right here in my pocke...what..., this is a room key. That's right I turned in my ID in the cute little paper sleeve. So as I went back to get it Mckay continued on in the little truck to the Florida welcome center. If you do the math my trip back to the hotel set us back an hour, as usual. So we made it the rest of the way without incident and upon arrival we got a parking spot for the boat, got a house, and ate at the Burger King over looking the ocean. We unloaded the truck in about 4 hours, it was awesome, Fort Awesome, Florida.
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Hey, funny post! Hope y'all are getting settled okay. Looking forward to hearing more from you.
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