This is The Huckleberry in a Bass Pro Shop’s parking lot in Broken Arrow Oklahoma. It’s been here for three nights in a row now.

It’s … home.

I’ve been calling this The Parking Lot Blues. My mood is now one of constant road noise and the sounds of the next door’s Chevy dealership PA system requesting Bill to come to Service. My entire life has devolved into this. Every life choice to this exact beautiful moment in time.

Bass Pro Inc has delightfully created a smooth parking surface that is not quite level, so that not only do kitchen drawers close themselves, I don’t have to snuggle with Nikki at night. Gravity does it for me.

Alas, all good things must end. We have to move the bus today to a random stranger’s driveway. Somewhere west of here. (He drew us a map).

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Howdy all, yepper we’re ensconced in the southwest corner of Bass Pro Shop’s “Just Outside” Tulsa location. Did you know they open at 7am? We do!

The bus is technically 6 degrees nose down and about half that listing to the left. Yes, I have several of those bright orange lego blocks out there, but we already look like we’re on stilts. It’s already kinda hard to “blend in”.

We’re heading towards what’s called a “Boondockers Welcome” location today. Basically fellow nomads who open up their driveways for fellow travelers. And I only have to back up a large articulated vehicle 200 feet!

It usually works out well. I mean, so far we haven’t woken up in a bathtub of ice missing a kidney. (Although a couple of hosts did give off … “that vibe”).

OK, we have to pack up for a long, 16 minute drive today. And yes, we have to securely put everything in its place for what most would consider a run to the store. Otherwise heavy things fly and smack you in the head.

More tomorrow. Love, Rick