So we drove about eleventy hundred miles, across four states, and we ended up in Burr Oak Cove campground, somewhere in Ohio.
Everything went smoothly, except I twisted my ankle a bit while packing the car, and then had to drive with that foot. Mostly recovered now.
Alex and Willy miss their computers.
New tent is excellent:
Nice campground, lots of those tall green things:
But now it’s time to pack the car and head toward Michigan.