Wintered in LA....that's Lower Alabama, near Pensacola. Nice time but Cold and rainy more often than not. Headed back toward Tennessee on a late Friday morning. Hit the Interstate and making good time with my 36'er and Toady. Wife started saying she didn't feel good and had back pain around Lunch time. Getting toward Dusk and my wife's on the sofa and is now groaning in severe pain and vomiting! I'm getting rattled and trying to figure out what's happening and where the H....I'm at. Turned off the next exit...no place to pull over, a closed down gas station with chain across the drive. Kept going, thank God, an 'H' sign! Drove about 1 mile and saw the Emergency entrance. Again, thank the Lord and big parking lot virtually empty where I can get my rig in. Great care in the Hospital, my wife's got a kidney stone! Released later that night, we pulled in the next exit where there was a Walmart, a twisting road in, with several turns and squeezed thru the gas station to fill up. Next morning we pulled out and tried remembering how I came in! Yep, I was dead sure I turned left coming in so I made a right turn. We wound up on a road like I have never seen! I'm sure it was paved the last time in 1918! And, it just got worse. Absolutely no place to even unhook and turn around. After maybe an hour, we saw a fellow on a 4 wheeler on the side of the 'road'...or said: 'Are Ya' Lost?' Yep! Just keep going straight and make 2 right turns and you'll eventually hit the Highway......Are Ya' in a hurry, said he?, Nope, said I. The road was so rough, I couldn't go over 15mph. Got a Rand 7710 enroute, you never know when you will have an emergency! Happy Travels!
