To date, Sherman, our Cruise America RV, has taken us through Alabama, Louisiana, Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, and Nevada. Our overnight stops have been wonderful, and the desert southwest is overwhelmingly beautiful…certainly a unique experience for a country boy from the Tennessee mountains.
By the time everyone reads this, Sherman will be California bound. We have had a blessed experience on this march to the Pacific coast, but finding the time (and the Wi-Fi connection) to upload an article has been a challenge. Nevertheless, we have stored a motorhome full of adventures and photographs to share and will be uploading all of them as soon as possible. At this moment, however, we have a good Wi-Fi connection and I want to share a fun story as well as a surprise during our second night on the road.
We were heading to Barksdale Air Force Base where we had planned to spend the night in the RV camp. This camp does not take reservations so we called ahead to see if any spaces were available. The camp hostess told us that she would do her best to “work us in”. We were not encouraged. On top of that, it was getting late and my experience with the procedures involved with hooking up the utilities for Sherman was in the novice stage at best. I did not want to continue my “on the job training” after nightfall. Of even greater concern was the fact that we were only slightly ahead of an advancing storm and it was misting rain…time for Plan B.
We knew that the Harrah’s Horseshoe Casino in nearby Bossier City had a hotel attached. We are members of the Harrah’s Rewards Program, having joined on one of our visits to their resort in Cherokee, NC. Helen (adorable wife) called the hotel and asked if there were rooms available and, if so, what were the room rates. The reservation clerk asked for her rewards card number, then checked on the availability. She came back with an unexpected surprise when she politely told us that the hotel would be happy to comp our rooms for the night. Helen’s jaw dropped twice before she gathered herself long enough to ask “what’s the catch?”
“No catch”, she replied in a lovely Louisiana accent as thick as gumbo, “but you will have to pay the room tax of $17.01”. We were high-fiving each other while steering Sherman through the storm. Our space at the RV Camp would have cost $18.00, so we were now ahead by $0.99! I suppose that even a blind squirrel can find an acorn every now and then…
The suite assigned to us was HUGE! After a lovely dinner in the hotel, we ventured into the casino to see if we could extend our good fortune. When it comes to casino gambling, I can say with absolute certainty that we are not high rollers. We’re not even low rollers. We’re more like slow rollers. Others might agree, especially if they saw how long it takes me to open my wallet and pull out a single to feed it ever so slowly into the penny slot machine. By the end of an evening in any casino, I’ve ever visited, my results are usually around twenty dollars above or below the break-even point. I did win $500 in a casino in Connecticut on our road trip up the east coast, but that was an exception. One this evening Horseshoe Casino received a tiny return on its investment in Sherman and crew but we had a lot of fun.
After a restful night, we arose the next morning and had a lovely Cajun breakfast in the hotel. With everything loaded back into Sherman, we made our way to Corsicana, Texas. Finding a port in a storm had been a lucky break for us, and as the saying goes, I’d rather be lucky than good.
We’ll have more to share as we continue on Sherman’s march to the sea. Please come back. For now, we’re just Easin’ Along.