Up at 6:30 to get ready to head to Tunica. No matter how much we do to get ready for a trip beforehand, it always takes us three hours to get ready on the morning we leave, so it was about 9:30 when we headed out.
On this trip, we took both the truck with camper, and the van, so that Mother could ride in comfort. I rode with Hubbie, and Sis drove the van.
We hadn't gotten a mile down the road when Sis called to say the steps on the camper were down. Also, Hubbie remembered that the camper key was still on the bedroom dresser. So we pulled over, and while I waited in the truck, Sis took Hubbie back to the house.
For this trip, Hubbie thought it would be great to hook up the two-way radios, despite my protest that we didn't need them, since we have cell phones. We hadn't traveled far on our second attempt to start the trip, when Sis phoned to say the mic on our radio was open, and she and Mother could hear everything we said. Yikes! That wouldn't do...some of our conversations aren't meant for everyone's ears!
We abandoned the two-way radio idea.
Along the way, we noticed a woman pull over, open her driver's side door, and upchuck. Breakfast didn't set well? A stomach bug? An early start on Memorial Day boozing?
A police helicoptor flew overhead, patrolling traffic, we speculated. We saw these in both our state and Mississippi. It's going to be a busy weekend for law enforcement, we suspect.
A few hours later, we were ready to stop for lunch, and after a bit of difficulty finding just the right place to pull the camper off the road, we parked at a truck stop. By this time, we were all more than ready for a potty break.
From this point, once we'd crossed the bridge into Memphis, there was nothing but long stretches of road, as we traveled the flatland Mississippi delta between fields of rice, soybeans, wheat, and milo. Thrashers threw up dust as they worked their way through the wheat. In fallow fields, wind whipped dust into large and small dirt devils, which swirled crazily along the ground, like miniature tornadoes. In the Mississippi delta, wind seems to be the order of the day.
We arrived at the casino RV park around 2 p.m. to find the registration office closed, so Sis drove Hubbie to the casino lobby to register.
We'd reserved our campsite ahead of time, but found the one assigned to us was inadequate to our needs, since the hookups were located in such a way that there wasn't room for the slideout, and the pad was too small to accommodate the camper steps, plus an extra wooden step for Mother.
Sis noticed that the space right next to the one we'd been assigned had a nice wide pad, with hookups toward the back, and a parking space for the van. It also had a tree big enough to shade the spot, just about the only such tree in the entire park. So Hubbie went back to the casino to request this site, and we set up there.
Once the camper was ready, we got Mother settled on the couch for a nap, and Hubbie, Sis, and I freshened up and made our first excursion to the casino. We spent a couple of hours there, where Sis and I toured the casino's Hollywood museum and snapped pictures on our cell phones, while Hubbie toured the casino, observing the players at craps and poker tables.
We all played the penny slot machines for a little while, and then returned to the camper to have a supper of a choice of potato soup or 11-bean with ham and Rotel, and pimento cheese sandwiches. Afterward, Mother joined us in going to the casino. It was only a short distance from the campsite to the casino, so we were able to push Mother in her wheelchair to the back entrance, where we had a code for opening the door. The penny slot machines we preferred were along the wall just inside the door.
We toured Mother through the museum, and then we all played penny slots until around 9 p.m., before returning to the camper. After having a snack, I was ready to take my evening medications. Only problem was, we couldn't find them. They were not in the cabinet where Hubbie usually stores them, and where he swore he would have stored them, if I'd put them in the basket to be taken to the camper.
I really thought I'd packed the medications, but after scouring my brain, I decided I'd somehow forgotten them. Hubbie was very disappointed in me, and I apologized over and over again for my negligence. Now we had to figure out what to do about it. I would have to go without my meds tonight, but in the morning, we'd contact a grocery store pharmacy to see if I could get enough pills to carry me through until we got back home. Sis researched stores online, and found two that we would contact in the morning. If we couldn't get the meds, we'd be heading home tomorrow.
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