Snippets of SnapDragon

RV Adventure: Stops 8, 9, 10, & 11.

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Round Lake Vineyards & Winery Round Lake, Minnesota

Waterloo, Iowa

Leisure Lake Membership Resort Joliet, Illinois

Toledo, Ohio

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Dear Reader! Hello. It’s been a bit.

We’re back home now, and taking a much-needed rest.

As I’ve said, we had a blast.

But we were soooo ready to be back at our permanent residence.

So this last RV entry is a little bit lacking—forgive me—but I wanted to make sure I finished the notes from our journey!

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So, um. . . I kind of lost the RV keys. Like, for real. Oh, our spare set? We left them at home, hanging among the other mishmash of doodads by our front door.

Cool.

(sigh)

It was effing hot outside. We were all travel weary, so when we pulled up into Round Lake Vineyards (another Harvest Host spot) we (I?) were not at our best.

We wanted to make a quick lap around the place, buy a glass or two of wine, and settle into the air conditioning for the night.

Toddler Snap—who I swear is destined to be a park ranger or botanist or someone who works outside—was so excited to be out of the RV. He ran and explored and laughed. And we followed.

So on our way back to the RV, with the keys and a sippy cup in one hand, and Toddler Snap yanking at the other, Mama made a mistake.

Toddler Snap made a beeline down one of vineyard rows. Seeing a bunch of wires and not knowing what I was looking at, I panicked. Grabbed him.

Then we went inside the RV for a cool drink and some rest.

End of story.

Except, a few hours later when my Sweet Husband asked were I put the keys, I grew puzzled. I had the keys?

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About twelve sweaty hours, three bug-biting lantern searches, two insanely in-depth, dewy-dawn retracing sessions, and half a nervous breakdown later, we found ‘em.

And by ‘we’, I mean a very kind vineyard worker who joined us in our search and after ten seconds literally stepped on them. In the grass.

The same grass we’d searched a dozen times.

Right about where Toddler Snap bolted for the grapes.

Major crisis averted, yo.

So we bought four bottles of their best wine, thanked them repeatedly, and drove straight to a hotel with ice-cold AC.

And vowed to keep our spare set with us from then on.

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So the rest of the trip home was nothing special: a few hotel stops (a real treat for travel-weary RVers!) and one overnight at an RV park.

Oh, Dear Reader.

It’s so good to be home.

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SnapDragon is a writer who almost always has cold hands.

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