12/18/10, Hampton Beach, NH - After an arduous drive across the prairie, I finally arrived in New Hampshire. I would like to say that the trip was without mishap, but thatís not entirely true. There was a report of a wayward teamster (without a team) with his truck parked at a weird angle in an Illinois freeway ditch. Well I have to tell you, itís all true. Apparently, the great states of Missouri and Illinois donít like treating their icy road surfaces. Instead they prefer the excitement of hundreds of motorist driving off the road. Unfortunately, I was one of them. But, having a little foresight, I had a chain and come-along in the back. With a tree in a handy spot, I managed to pull the truck back 3 of the 4 feet required to extract myself, when my faithful tree was plucked out by the roots. But, just when all was lost, a tow truck magically appeared. $50 later and I was on the road again. Ainít America Great!
I stopped in Indiana and spent a night with my good friends Dave and Marti Caldwell. With a belly full of chili and beer, and a good nightís rest in the barngalo, I was in great spirits for the next dayís travel.
Arriving in New Hampshire, I began my search for a winter rental in nearby Hampton beach. After looking around a bit, I remembered that my good friends Jim and Shirley owned a motel right on the beach. They were kind enough to let me have a great room with a grand view of the ocean. With only 13 miles of coastline in New Hampshire, Iím extremely happy to have my own little piece of it for the next few weeks.