A drum roll please

On our second day towing our trailer westward we decided it needed a name. This was a big deal for us as we don't name inanimate objects. But what to call it? Hmmmm. We tossed some ideas out there but nothing fit. So we pondered it.

Suddenly I shouted, "I've got it! We should name it after the coolest named town we drove through going East.....Belle Fourche, South Dakota." Not only is it the coolest named town but its also the location of our best lunch. The Stadium Sports Grill proclaims to be the "Home of the World Famous Rancher Tips". We can't vouch for the world famous part but we can tell you they were delicious!

We've shortened her name to Belle. It's kinda catchy don't you think.

Finally we meet

After 5 grueling days driving East we finally pulled into Cheyenne Camping Center in Walcott, Iowa. Whew.  While our SUV was taken into the shop to install the electric brakes, load leveler and sway bar we spent what seemed like days going over every little detail of our new toy.

Eventually we made our way out front to be greet our first travel trailer. Hooray, no more sleeping on the ground!

We got Tucker dog comfy, climbed in and headed West.

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Marching on and on and......

As we pushed our way eastward toward Wolcott, Iowa weather was an ever present companion. I'm not talking about rainbows and lollipop; though that would have been nice. Nope, I'm talking about to hail, high wind and a continuous deluge of rain. Oh yeah, let's not forget the blinding lightening. At times we thought we were driving through a disaster movie set. This wasn't something that happened once or twice. It happened DAILY. We were hoping Moses would drop from the sky and clear a path for us. But no.