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Morning came soon and there was a pleasant walk around the two lakes and then time to pack up to take Dan to the airport. It was at that pressing moment, with an airplane to catch, that we discovered the beast had suffered further damage. One of the jack pads and its springs had been torn off by the flailing steel reinforced rubber. The jack was firmly imbedded in the gravel and would not retract. There was no way that we could drive off and time was ticking away. We dug the gravel away and, after a short phone call to Camping world, we levered the jack back to its stored position and warily started our journey to O’Hare. We were cautious of being spare tireless, anxious of the condition of the other treads but forced to meet airplane schedules. This time, we avoided the economy parking lots and drove straight to Departures. Several phone calls later, Dan was in the air to Wilmington via Charlotte.
Next stop was Camping World and repairs via Starbucks. The Service Manager was reluctant to touch any of the propane lines without the schematics and, as we later found out, he did not have the parts to mend the jack. Anyway, we were long gone. We left the beast with him on the promise that they would walk Abby in the evening and we journeyed to Chicago Downtown with a Pakistani taxi driver who wanted to discuss cricket.
$100 later, we were by the Chicago River waiting to board our boat for an architectural tour of the city. We gawped at the skyscrapers, present and future, whilst enjoying the cool refreshment of the river breeze. My favourite buildings were two cities within a city, built in the naturalistic style. The buildings flowed with curves, apartments and condos sitting atop of parking spaces. Each complex had contained shops, cinemas, ice rinks, bowling alleys and restaurants.
A short taxi hop later, we were on Bayside, gazing in amazement at the beach and the water. Our limited experience would place the scene at several coastal locations and it was hard to understand that what we were looking at was a lake. We walked among the rollerblades, the cyclists, the joggers and the curious until we reached Navy Pier. It was a good place to stop and eat Cajun food at a place called Joe’s. Disappointingly, I had
Blue Burger. Then, spontaneously, we signed up for Cirque Shanghai; an hour and a half of acrobatics. Finally, we found our American Taxicab and met the Indian driver. He was keen to make a fortune, had borrowed $1.2million for a gas station and was worried that his present African American girlfriend was too much of a spender. We had met some great characters in our taxi journeys. $84 later we were in our sumptuous and free RV site – Camping World. By the light of 20 amp circuit, we collapsed into our beds to prepare for tomorrow.
Next stop was Camping World and repairs via Starbucks. The Service Manager was reluctant to touch any of the propane lines without the schematics and, as we later found out, he did not have the parts to mend the jack. Anyway, we were long gone. We left the beast with him on the promise that they would walk Abby in the evening and we journeyed to Chicago Downtown with a Pakistani taxi driver who wanted to discuss cricket.
$100 later, we were by the Chicago River waiting to board our boat for an architectural tour of the city. We gawped at the skyscrapers, present and future, whilst enjoying the cool refreshment of the river breeze. My favourite buildings were two cities within a city, built in the naturalistic style. The buildings flowed with curves, apartments and condos sitting atop of parking spaces. Each complex had contained shops, cinemas, ice rinks, bowling alleys and restaurants.
A short taxi hop later, we were on Bayside, gazing in amazement at the beach and the water. Our limited experience would place the scene at several coastal locations and it was hard to understand that what we were looking at was a lake. We walked among the rollerblades, the cyclists, the joggers and the curious until we reached Navy Pier. It was a good place to stop and eat Cajun food at a place called Joe’s. Disappointingly, I had
Blue Burger. Then, spontaneously, we signed up for Cirque Shanghai; an hour and a half of acrobatics. Finally, we found our American Taxicab and met the Indian driver. He was keen to make a fortune, had borrowed $1.2million for a gas station and was worried that his present African American girlfriend was too much of a spender. We had met some great characters in our taxi journeys. $84 later we were in our sumptuous and free RV site – Camping World. By the light of 20 amp circuit, we collapsed into our beds to prepare for tomorrow.
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