♫ Back home again in Indiana…♪ ♫

I went in early this morning to the clinic for my final poking this trip, and they syphoned out the needed blood.  A quick stop at my friend Susan’s, for some fresh veggies from her garden, and then I was on my way for the 428 mile drive back to the rig.  It did seem to go on and on, but I made it through Chicago, and those rude drivers, without being embroiled in too much of the afternoon rush hour.  It wasn’t quick enough to pick Emma up from the kennel though, so I’ll do that tomorrow morning.

After most of my appointments on Wednesday, my friend Susan was my guest for dinner at the historic Hubbell House in Mantorville, MN.  I was happy to do this for Susan, as she was instrumental in being my spokesperson with the RV dealership that I was having difficulties with after I bought my present rig.  I was at a campground outside of Yellowstone with no phone coverage, so she went in and harassed them for me more than once.  Besides that, she is someone who has remained a true friend after I went full time.  So many others have fallen by the wayside, because they don’t get it.

Anyway, this is the Hubbell House.  This present structure was built in 1856 as an important stopping place along the trail from the Mississippi to St. Peter. 

Originally, stage coaches stopped here and offered passengers good food and accommodations. 

These were the waitresses in 1870.  How would you like to serve food wearing all of that stuff?  Notice how not many people ever smile in pictures from that era?  I can understand that.  It must have been rough with no electricity or AC in the hot Minnesota summers.  I don’t even want to think about the winters.

The walls in the lobby of the present fine dining establishment are festooned with antiques, and photos and documents from past gone eras.  The placemats at your table have copies of the signatures of many of the famous people that have dined here; like Dwight D. Eisenhower, Mickey Mantle, Roy Rogers, Fred Mac Murray, and Horace Greeley, among others.  I’m not sure why they didn’t ask for my autograph. 

It was a good trip I had up north to accomplish quite a few things, but I have to tell you that it sure feels good to be back home in my rig tonight.  Can’t wait to sleep in my own bed again.

I leave you tonight with a parting shot of my bestest of friends, Susan, as she made her way for a final pit stop.

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Thanks for stopping by… talk to you later,  Judy