Miller, Nebraska was a nice little town. We drove through it as we wound our way up the state towards South Dakota. I’m missing being on our trip. Even with the disadvantages of driving a vintage motorhome, I miss my biggest worry being whether or not we have enough chocolate for s’mores!
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Liza Lee Miller 
That is something I will never see: a town with my last name. 😀 I feel you, though. I’m living on vacation memories that are 3 years old!
Vacation memories are important! We get enough small camping trips in (like this weekend!) that I can really milk those memories along. But, yea, I’d love to be waking up in a new place this morning. Exploring their community . . . sigh.