I don’t know how we ended up in Evansville, IN but it was fine.
We called while in transit to snag a site at Burdette Park Campground which was quiet and had decent running access but also weirdly (for a county park) full of RVs that seemed to be there for the long term. As amateur fifth-wheel haulers, maneuvering through the campground was a bit of a butt clencher – but we did it with no scars to show.
While in Evansville we enjoyed our second tornado siren of the season. This meant we also enjoyed our second shove-the-cat-into-her-bag-and-run-to-the-nearest-shelter evening of the season. We survived and no tornados were reported to have come to fruition this go-round.
Our week in Evansville was otherwise highly uneventful. We worked. We ran. We dined at a delightful vegan restaurant in town on three occasions in our single week’s stay.
Then we packed up and hauled out. Some stops are just that – stops.