So I'm back in the US, but I was almost immediately press-ganged by an animal rescue that I work with to run a small dog from New Orleans to Tallahassee lest it get euthanized because the local shelter is full. So I loaded up me three stooges and this little dog in it's crate and rolled out this morning. I dropped the little guy off, had a late lunch with a friend who lives nearby, and started a long slow roll back along the gulf shore. Sun is setting now and I'm in Parker, Florida, doing some overdue internetting before going to sleep.
On the way, I passed Tyndall AFB and they had what looked like a nice little air park of static display jets just inside their gate but alas, I couldn't get in to see them. I tried to get Merida to jump out of the truck and run past the gate guard so I could chase her to the planes and snap some pics, but she just came out, looked at me, yawned, and jumped back in. Useless mutt. But fortunately I like them.
Nice thing about the camper van tho--I shut down where I want and finish the drive tomorrow at my leisure.