Shattered

Today was one of those days that was most definitely not short of excitement.

After a peaceful night in our "interesting" park, we were up and moving fairly early. We got ourselves together and headed to the nearby Cracker Barrel to meet Dee and Jim. Though Dee and I have chatted online several times over the course of the last year or so, we'd never met in person. So, our meeting today was much anticipated by all. Dee and Jim have been planning their fulltiming journey for four years, and right now they are patiently awaiting the arrival of their brand spanking new rolling home. They are on the eve of some very exciting changes in their lives, and their enthusiasm about it all definitely shows! Over tasty biscuits and gravy we talked about each others preparations and plans. After breakfast they followed us to the campground for a grand tour of the moose. We had a great time showing the place off and comparing notes. Dee and Jim were very fun to talk with. Our time together passed much too quickly, and soon it was time to let them enjoy the rest of their weekend and for us to hit the road. We look forward to seeing this delightful couple on the road again soon.

The late start to our travels was perfect, since we had a mere 170 miles to go today, and all of it was on the interstate. In no time, we were heading into Richmond, our first big city in quite awhile. As we were maneuvering toward downtown, I looked out my window from the co-captain's seat to take in the city view when, in a microsecond, we were startled by a loud POP! as the window I was peering through shattered into a million pieces.

Can you say "Scary"?

Paul maintained control of the moose and fired off two questions in a single breath: Are you OK? And, What hit us?

Thankfully, I was OK. Auto glass is designed to shatter and and hold together, and this stuff did it's job. As to his second question, I answered with complete authority. "Nothing!" I had my eye on that window the last second it was in one piece and nothing hit it. It just exploded! It was like it suddenly became pressurized and just popped.

It was the weirdest thing.

My concern was Paul's ability to see our right side mirror. After all, there was a pane of shattered glass between him and it. But, he assured me he could see just fine. (Thanks for the little white lie, dear. I needed that!) With just 15 miles left to our destination, we held our collective breaths that everything would hold together long enough for us to get parked. We arrived at the Americamps-becoming-a-KOA campground with everything else in one piece. We had enough adrenaline pumping, though, to run a marathon!

Luckily, we just so happen to be camped about three miles away from a Winnebago dealer. (Coincidence?) We'll pay a visit over there tomorrow and see if we can find ourselves a new one.