Friendship, Indiana. Home of the NMLRA and the National Championships of Muzeleloading. Also, the place Tom camped every fall with his Dad. Sara had never heard of it, so it was time to go.
It also has no cell service at all, nowhere, something we didn't plan on. This tends to panic Fathers-in-law, but it was actually kind of nice not being in contact. Sara still had satellite radio so she could keep up with the Angels.
Tom completely broke the Keyboard, so it will be short, handwritten entries until we get another one.
In true Friendship fashion, it was muggy as hell for 2 days, then it rained. And rained, and rained. The creek rose 4 feet in a matter of hours. Miles drew a crowd with his puddle-splashing antics. And we did a little bit of shooting, and a lot of shopping. Sara got to meet Homer Dangler, the gunsmith who crafted her rifle, and a friend of Tom's Dad. So now Sara has competed in the National Championships.
Now we are back in signal range in Toledo, Ohio. Nothing like dropping in on relatives without warning. Its time to seriously load up the motor home with family memorabilia, then turn aroundand head West. Yes, the return trip begins tomorrow.
