I may have mentioned once or twice before that we take our roadtrips slow and easy. So after three nights of over-night stops, we were ready to get off the road for a few days to rest and catch up on a few of the little chores of living (Full-Time or otherwise).
Besides, it was Memorial Day Weekend and people are traveling, at least in this part of the country. The Full-Time travel planner (that would be Bill) had to work to find a spot for us for the weekend. As he just about always does, he located a good one. It's at BlackHawk Valley Campground, in Rockford Illinois. It's a friendly family park, out in the country even though it's only six miles or so from Rockford. Lots of grass and trees and water and very well-kept. Quite a few RVs here are semi-permanent, being used as summer cabins. It is fun to look at the yards and gardens that these residents have established.
We didn't expect to find much to do in the City of Rockford, but we didn't care because (see paragraph 1 above). And when we went into town for a few groceries, it was very apparent that we are in the rust belt and the area is suffering. It's very rundown.
But we got a phone call Friday morning that led to a completely unexpected pleasure, so that we will always have fond memories of our stay here! The call was from Andy, our oldest grandson. We knew that he and Denae were on their own roadtrip heading from Oregon to their summer jobs/adventure in the Catskill Mountains of New York. We had pretty much resigned ourselves to not seeing them this summer. But when he called, they were "just up the road apiece" somewhere in Wisconsin. Hooray! They had time to drive to Rockford to spend the night with us.
It was wonderful to see them and hear about their travels (to India and elsewhere) and their plans for this year. They looked great -- traveling agrees with them, just like it does their grandparents.