Day One of my trip

I left under the cover of darkness last evening. I packed up my little VW and hit the road. I heard about something called a CAW-cus in Iowa. I decided that would be a good place to see if I could get some kind of a pardon regarding the one or twenty stains and, basically go over my mother's head since she has no compassion for my plight. I heard that there were a lot of rallies there, and maybe someone would steer me in the right direction.

Since we live in Indiana, it isn't that far to Iowa. In fact, Auntie travels there sometimes to see her friends, April, Gabe, and Sierra. They rescue cats, and that is where we got Baby Dakota. That map is sort of small, but you can get the idea.

Along the way, I had to stop and fill up the VW with some petrol. I pulled my big rig next to all the other semis at the World's Largest Truck Stop Iowa 80.

Ahh, I finally started looking for the CAW-cus. I came upon a couple. I asked these old crows about some kind of pardon, but they were all cawing all over each other and it made my head swim. I couldn't understand anything that they said. They were flying around from point to point, and no one would answer my questions. So, I got back in the VW, and tried to find Butchy and Snickers, since I was in the neighborhood.

They let me warm up by their nice fire, and I was off again, to find someone who outranked my mother in the stains department. I had heard a rumor about some kind of Stain Mecca. I must find it.