Of all the random things I’ve come across on the road, I think this takes the cake. And I’ve stood in the world largest mail box.

For whatever reason, I feel like I have gone most of my life without hearing about Travis Picking or whatever that is. Then about a year ago, I swear I started hearing this term everywhere. Just last month, I thought nothing of it when my dad passed me a guitar and said I should learn Travis picking. 

Imagine my surprise when we pulled over for our lunchtime picnic stop. Amy found a random cute park that added less than three minutes to our drive… perfect. 

And now here I am eating lunch in the front yard of The Travis Merle’s birthplace. They take their music very serious in Kentucky and so I also got to enjoy the Guitar Picking Hall of Fame next door that is smaller than my bus. I can hardly contain my enthusiasm. 

We need a laundry and resupply day bad, so we used our open day to find a KOA on our route with a laundry machine, a pool, and a neighboring Mexican restaurant. Spent the evening of Father’s Day sharing fajitas as a family and cuddling up in the bus to watch a movie on the projector