"Trying to meet someone like that never works out," Cliff told me. "Somebody ends up waiting on the others forever, or something goes wrong. Are you sure there's a Casey's in Carrolton?"
"What could go wrong?" I asked.
Silly me. I forgot that half the roads in Missouri are "under improvement". Just as we got to the edge of Carrolton we were re-routed onto a detour.
Then after asking a resident, I found out Casey's wasn't on 24 anyhow. It's on 65.
Thank goodness Celeste follows orders well. She called and we met at a BP station; there they were with their motorcycles. All's well that ends well, and we escorted them, through all the detours, to our house.
This is the only shot I have of them so far. Hopefully I'll remember to take a picture of them before they hit the road for Reno, Nevada, today.
I fixed them enchilada casserole for lunch and cheeseburgers for supper; Celeste asked, "Who are we eating?" and I told her it was Sir Loin.
For desserts we had bread pudding and peanut butter cookies. Since I never make these things for me and Cliff, my husband was a pretty happy camper. "I don't know when you've made cookies," he said, munching away. This morning we'll have biscuits and gravy, another rare treat around here; that should adequately get the travelers through the first part of the day, a day that is predicted to be considerably cooler than the 99 degrees of yesterday.
We saw an article in the Gold Wing magazine once about a group of motorcyclists you can join where you host other travelers as they pass through your area, giving them bed-and-breakfast for the night; they, in turn, will take you in when you're near them. It seemed like a great idea until I saw pictures of some of the residences: These were well-moneyed folks with mansion-like residences where this crass hillbilly would never be comfortable, and I couldn't even imagine them spending the night in our mobile home; so we thought no more about it.
However, I have followed Celeste on her blog and on Facebook long enough that I knew I would be comfortable with them staying at my house. So this is working out just fine. Maybe we should start our own bed-and-breakfast group for ordinary, not-so-rich people.