THE FOLLOWING IS EITHER DAY 2 OR DAY 3. CANT REMEMBER THAT PARTICULAR DETAIL. On this day dad decided to attempt to travel 500 miles. I remember we ate sandwiches mom put together and drank water at the gasoline stations as LELO stopped to put gas in the car. Thats also when bathroom breaks were scheduled. Gas prices then were around $.30/gallon, plus or minus $.05. This was on the road, along I-10. We traveled that day, at the speed limit for automobiles pulling trailers. That speed was 55 mph. With the frequent stopping for gas and the prolonged restroom breaks, (two boys and two girls, girls take much much longer!) we covered the 500+ miles dad had set as a goal for the day, but not until about after 10:pm that night. We stopped at a campground, and everyone, was very thirsty. We had run out of any water since we drank last at the previous gas stop, and as we expressed our thirst to mom and dad. Dad told us he had a 5gallon army metal container with water, and that we would soon be quenching our thirst. This container is the one often found on the back of many army jeeps. We found a campground, got out and quickly retrieved the 5 gallon container that was securely attached to the front of the utility trailer. Since I was the biggest and strongest of the kids, dad instructed me to retrieve it and share the water with my siblings who were all sporting dry tongues and parched lips. This is a 45lbs can when its full of water. I did as I was told while mom and dad prepared our sleeping arrangements. As soon as I opened the 5 gallon can, with the cool, thirst quenching nectar, I took a drink, right from the can. HOLY COW! That was the worst tasting water I ever attempted to pass down my throat! It was horrible! Undrinkable! Dad examined the water in the can and decided no one could drink from it. Apparently the lid was not tight enough on the can holding that precious commodity, and it had become contaminated with the exhaust fumes from the Chevy wagon. We went then to the campgrounds store, but it had been closed earlier, and would not open until morning. All of us were very thirsty, but had no way to relieve our thirst until morning, when the store opened. As morning came I was already awake, not having rested well during the night, when finally 7:am rolled leisurely around, showing a beautiful desert sunrise. We all hurried with mom and dad to the campground store. It was supposed to open at 7;am, but the attendants were late, adding to out thirsty frustration. Finally someone arrived and opened the front door. I looked to see where the refrigerated drinks were, and made a B-line for the glass door refrigerator. I saw my beloved quarts of milk and quickly reached in and grabbed the closest one. Without paying, I immediately opened it and took a long, voluminous gulp! ARRGHH! It was horrible! I looked at the carton and read something I had never seen! It was sour milk! To this day I have no idea why anyone would want to drink sour milk. IT WAS AWFUL! And after a night of suffering through thirst, having taste bud paradise dangling before me, and being so torturously deceived by my own anticipation and lack of attention at what I was ingesting. Dad saw what happened, got a quart of REAL AND FRESH milk for me, and averted the meltdown of his 14 year old son. My idea of a great drink is a quart (or a half gallon) of cold, regular milk. If no regular milk is available, eggnog is a superb substitute. I drink 2% by order of my NAZI DIETICIAN daughter. I consider 1% and fat free milk a hydrating but tasteless agent, and condensed milk, a treat. Eggnog is a delight, but thats anot
Posted on: Tue, 16 Dec 2014 14:04:36 +0000
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