After breakfast we got a burst of energy and decided to have a house-cleaning day. Then we cleaned ourselves up and went in to South Bend for one last lunch at Top Notch. As we left Mini Mountain a guy riding a horse, with another horse in tow and a dog following came into the campground. The lady who worked there was on her golf cart shaking her head saying "I've seen everything now." That would be a genuine RVing lifestyle with your bedroll on your horse! I can't imagine what he does in inclement weathere. At the restaurant Bob had to have the Top Notch Salad one more time. I branched out and had the Greek Chicken Kabob. They served a Greek potato with it that was very tasty. It was a peeled boiled potato that was simmered in a butter vinegar sauce with Greek seasonings. I took half of my dinner home and we got a piece of German Chocolate Cake to go for a treat while we watched the final round of the golf tournament. We got a Big Paper on the sidewalk, drove by a mail box in front of Kroger's and topped off the gas tank on the way home. We always like to have a completely full tank when we tow the trailer.
The US Open was exciting. Retief Goosen and Jason Gore, the 3rd round leaders, completely folded under the pressure. Tiger woods got hot but could not overtake Michael Campbell from New Zealand. After the tournament Bob and I went out and put the boat on top of the truck and put the BIG mirrors on. Now we're ready to roll tomorrow. I walked up on "The Mountain" to call Dad and wish him a Happy Father's Day. My brother, Dane, answered the phone. He and Lori and the kids were out there. They brought burgers and cooked them for Dad. Wish we could have been there. Dad got the Studebaker shirt we sent him from our museum tour here in South Bend. We had a nice chat reminiscing about Studebakers in the family. Uncle Walther Rood drove a 1931 silver President back from Nebraska when Dad was just a kid. It had a problem so Dad helped him tear it apart and fix a bearing. He said that thing was huge and had 5 1/2" pistons. I asked him if it had that little door to the storage compartment for golf clubs but he didn't know. It would be fun to find an old picture of it.
Dad's brother, Uncle Jess Rood, had a 1951 Bullet Nose. Dad said they replaced something major on that and drove it to Bennett Springs the next day with no problem. He said Uncle Jess put 125,000 miles on that thing. Dad had a 1952 Commander. Mike's Yellow Submarine (Golden Hawk) was a 1954. He traded it to a guy at a body shop in St. Charles for his 1955 Classic Hopper! Dad said after I was married and the '55 had sat around the house for a while some guy walked up the driveway at Perry Street and asked him if he wanted to sell it. Mike had already told him to do whatever he wanted with it so the guy bought it and said he'd be back to tow it off. Dad said "Why don't you just drive it?" The guy couldn't believe it was still running. This would have been sometime after we were married in 1975. The guy was from Wentzville but Dad said he never could find him to see it after it was restored.
The phone still had battery life so I called Glenda, in Elgin, while I was up on the hill. We caught up on all the news. It always cheers me up to talk with her. Back home I read the Big Paper and now I'm updating my journal. Our next campground, Leisure Lake in Decatur, MI, does not mention a modem or wireless in their ad but it never hurts to be prepared and think positively.
It's 11:01 p.m. and 62.5 degrees.