Jacksonport: WTF did I pay for

Day 159

It is a beautiful late fall morning in northern Arkansas. The air is crisp and we awoke to the naked trees bristling in the wind. A glance through the front windshield during our morning coffee reveals a sight we were not prepared for. A stark white school bus with two white trucks arrive just to the left of our campsite. A bakers dozen of men in white jumpsuits come out of the bus and start raking the leaves that have fallen from the frost. Then a gentleman in blue appears and seems to give direction to the working men. He carries himself as a stern man which is only exacerbated by the gun on his hip. WTF? Why the hell does this guy have a gun? Oh shit... there are a dozen prisoners walking around our RV looking through the window. Thanks Arkansas. We're so glad we paid $27 to wake up to your prisoners cleaning the leaves in front of our RV.

This is how we end our RV trip. After all the days on the road this was probably the sketchiest thing to we have woken up to unexpectedly. From here out it was time to burn some miles and end up at my dad's house just outside St. Louis. We parked for the night and came to the realization that this was it. It was over, and our journey had just entered chapter 2. 
What lies forth from here remains unkown to me and my dear wife. Will I continue the blog? I don't know. Will we hit the road again next year? You can bet your ass we will. For now I must depart with this: Thanks for reading and paying attention to our travels. It's been my pleasure to fill you in on the tidbits of our life. Hopefully, somehow, some way, this journey will continue on for years to come.