Jumping back into home life

     We had a great trip and the RV is back in good shape.  Some of the best parts of the trip were visiting with Aunt Virgie and Barbara and taking a trip that has been on my "bucket list" for a long time.  The worst part, by far, was trying to drive in the heavy fog on the Parkway.  I don't think that I have ever been driving in such limited visibility.  I know that I have never been on a narrow, winding road in a large vehicle in such fog.  But, because we were flexible and could work together we got through it.
    We missed Carter's first day of school.  I wish that I had been around to talk to him.  But now we are back and can catch up.  We were in the Appalachians so much of the time that we didn't get to do much Skyping.  Now that the kids are a little older it is so fun to talk with them and I really missed the chance to chat during our time away.
     We have returned to cool weather and it is really fall in Minnesota.  I forgot that it was getting so cool at home as we enjoyed the really warm days in Williamsburg.  Rick is getting the RV ready for winter and I have to get all the food out of the cupboards and clothes out of the closets.  We will close it up tight until our adventures begin again in 2013.
    I am hoping that we will be able to take the trip to ride trains in Colorado next spring.  The drought, heat, and forest fires kept us from that area this year.  Our friend, Kim Werkmeister went to Durango this year and showed us some great pictures of his train ride into the mountains.  He said that it was unbelievably hot and that he could see smoke from several forest fires, however.  Hopefully we will have a winter of big snows in Colorado and we can enjoy fast rushing streams instead of fires.
    For now we have to close up the cabin and start thinking of the holidays.  Summer is over.  It has been too short.
 

Windy Wisconsin

    Our morning was crystal clear, cold, and very still.  We are back to Central time and both of us woke up pretty early today so we hit the road for our 300 mile trek to Wisconsin Dells.  The first thing we noticed as we drove through Indiana was how very flat it is.  After so many hills in Pennsylvania, Virginia, North Carolina, Tennessee and Kentucky, we were back in flat farm country.  We also noticed that the leaves were still pretty green except for a few bright red maples.
    We had a long haul for the first segment of our day - no rest stop for 120 miles.  We could stop at a Truck stop and get a break, but it is sort of against our driving code which calls for only one Truck stop a day for gas.  The rest of the time we use Wayside rests where we can get out of the RV and walk around a little to keep our blood moving.
    Soon we were headed north on I39 (the route far west of Chicago that I wanted to take on the way down).  It was a good thing that we were driving nearly straight north, because there was a strong south wind that literally blew us down the freeway.  We stopped for lunch at the Wisconsin border Welcome Center and discovered that while we drove across farmland with no trees, we had moved from trees with green leaves to trees with no leaves.  Too much wind.
   After lunch we hit bad road and a cross wind.  Rick was thankful that he has gotten a lot of experience driving this camper because it was blowing all over the really rough road. The bad road made everything inside the camper rattle so much that we couldn't hear each other.
    Finally we got to the Wisconsin Dells area.  I wanted us to have a pretty place to camp on our last night of camping for the season.  Despite warnings in the RV Park Reviews that the KOA had lots of train noise, we decided to camp here since we were driving right past it.  For the first three hours, no trains.  Since dinner time, trains every 15 minutes.  At least they don't blow a warning whistle so loud it knocks us off our chairs which we had when we camped in Asheville.
    So here we are on our last night.   Watching the sun go down, listening to the falling leaves, having a last glass of wine, and blogging.  Tomorrow we head for home.

Tin Cup Campground, Illinois

     For some couples a perfect anniversary day would have flowers and a romantic dinner.   Not so much for Rick and I.  We had a great day traveling in our RV through Kentucky, Ohio, Indiana, and into Illinois.  We parked at a mostly empty, very grassy and shady campground called the Tin Cup, not sure why.  As we checked in a lady waiting in the office told me that her favorite place to camp was just down the road from our house in Apple Valley at the Lebanon Hills Campground.  It is such a small world.   After getting set up at our site, we really whooped it up and went OUT for pizza and a beer.  It was a great way for us to celebrate 40 years of traveling together.  

     Our drive today was easy.  Although we went around several big cities, it is Sunday and mostly we just had to avoid potholes in Indiana.  However, we have had a few issues lately with the routes chosen by our special Rand McNally RV GPS.  It is supposed to take the height, width, length and weight of our camper into consideration when planning our route so that we don’t get sent on roads with tight curves, low tunnels, weight-limited bridges.   When I looked at the route the GPS suggested yesterday, I was surprised to see that we were routed off the freeway and onto a Kentucky “Parkway.”  These parkways are usually four lane roads going through scenic areas.  I looked at the map and saw that the parkway was quite curvy which is slow going for us and the freeway was quite straight.  We ignored the GPS headed onto the freeway and watched the change on the GPS.  Our freeway route was 10 miles longer, but I knew that we would arrive about an hour earlier due to the easier driving.   But that is not the biggest deal for me.  As we drove the freeway we saw a sign for the Parkway that warned us of a long tunnel that would not accommodate a vehicle wider than 8’6”.  With our mirrors we are wider than that.  I am happy that we did not blindly follow the GPS and have to turn back when we got to the tunnel. 

     Earlier in the trip the GPS sent us on a route into Shenandoah National which was a dead end.  Although the road existed, it ended before it got to the park boundary.   Today we were again routed on a parkway and I have had to manually route us away from downtown Chicago.  Is there any RV owner who wants to be driving the Dan Ryan Expressway in and RV when you are just trying to get around Chicago?  So, my job as a navigator is to plot our trip, double check it on the maps, and then check it on the GPS.  If I do my job right and the road repairs don’t reroute us, we have a pretty smooth drive.

     So here we are having a quiet evening in an out-of-the-way campground with a few folks who have traveled here for football games in Urbana/Champaign which is just east of us.  It’s going to be cold tonight, but we have electricity and our nice little heater.  I’ve still got a couple good books and the sun is supposed to be out tomorrow.  I’ve had the maps out looking at places to go next year.  We are so lucky to have had these 40 wonderful years.  I’m looking forward to number 41.

Kentucky Horse Park, Lexington, Kentucky

    We are heading home.  It was a chilly and foggy start, and then the sun came out and made the drive so much easier.  If we had been willing to really push it we could have made the trip home in three days of driving.  But we aren't spring chickens anymore and have divided it into 3 days of around 300 miles and a shorter fourth day.  This plan lets Rick sleep in a little in the morning, gives us time for a quiet breakfast, and gets us to our nightly campground early enough to have a glass of wine, a walk around the campground, a relaxed dinner and some quiet reading time.
    Our drive took us up over the mountains again and into some fog.  Now we are into Kentucky horse country with lots of rolling hills and grass.  At these lower elevations the leaves haven't turned as much, but it is pretty country.
   We stopped at the Kentucky Horse Park campground mostly because it was the only one around and had a good review.  It is huge with 260 spots that have cement pads, water and electricity.  They are all full on this weekend night. There is a huge overflow field that has no hookups, but you can park on the grass.  The Horse Park has a half mile track, a steeplechase course, a covered arena, a museum and lots of barns.
    The campground is full of families and tent campers.  Lots of folks have TV's outside their campers and are sitting around watching college football which seems to be a huge passion in the South.  We are parked next to the playground which is just full of kids.  The streets are full of kids on bikes.  Such a nice, friendly place with plenty of grass and shade.  Too bad we are here for only one night.  We could go to the Four Roses Distillery for a tour and a taste.  Speaking of liquor - I tried a small box wine (2 liters) that I got at Target in Virginia.  It fits into our little refrigerator, stays fresh, doesn't spill, and has provided us with a glass of wine many nights when we want to enjoy our outdoor living room and a pre-dinner drink.  It was a very nice Malbec.  I'm going to look for it at home for our next trip since it has worked out so well.  I have been a snob about box wine, but now I am sold on this for traveling.
   It is fun to see so much activity in this campground and watch the kids enjoying the campfires on this chilly night.  Soon camping season will be over and it will all be memories.  I spent time last night looking at pictures from our camping outings with Carter and Kellen.  Next year it is Bennett's turn too.  I can hardly wait.

Chimney Rock and a Folk Art Center

    Our day started well with a timely UPS delivery of the part to replace our broken side mirror.  We drove the camper next door to the truck repair shop and they promised to get the job done in a few hours.  Yeah!  With those encouraging words we decided to go back to a stop that we missed on the Blue Ridge Parkway - the Folk Art Center which is home to the Southern Highland Craft Guild.  This guild is one of the strongest in the country and represents craftspeople from 9 southern states.  During the Depression the guild  helped craftspeople in the Appalachian region market their remarkable creations.
   The center is housed in a beautiful building that showcases the best of artists in many materials including  fabric, glass, wood, metals, clay, stone, and fibers.  There were hundreds of items for sale, demonstrations on some of the traditional Appalachian crafts, and a museum display of some of the best of the items.  I was really impressed by the quilted and woven fabric art, the beautiful baskets and many of the pottery pieces.  However, I think we spent our mad money this trip on our new mirror.  Shucks.
   We left the center with more time to burn.  Rick heard from one of our neighbors at the campground that a state park nearby had a great view.  We found it on the map and headed for Chimney Rock State Park.  As so often happens in this area, the road looked straight on the map but was full of steep hills and sharp turns.  We had the little car today, again, so we were soon in the small town at the bottom of the hill leading to the park.  It was time for lunch so we stopped at the busiest restaurant on the street - Genny's Cafe.  It didn't look like much from the front, but had a porch on the back which overlooked a rushing mountain river.  Good Southern food and a great view - what a nice "last" lunch before we hit the road for home.
    The drive into the park was again narrow, winding and steep.  At the top we parked the car, walked through a 180' tunnel to an elevator, and took the elevator to the top of the mountain.  A wooden walkway took us out to the "chimney" rock which was a tall pillar of stone standing high above the valley.  What an amazing view!
    We figured our camper must be done so we headed back down the steep roads and picked up our baby from the truck hospital.  Now we have our course plotted for returning back to our family.  The weather is supposed to turn very cool in the next few days so it is definitely time to head home and put the camper into storage.  It has been wonderful to capture an extra month of summer here in the South.

Smoky Mountain National Park

     Now, live on Channel 13, Rick Nesbitt from Minnesota comments on the colorful trees along the Blue Ridge Parkway.

     We took our sporty little Honda and drove another portion of the Blue Ridge Parkway into Smoky Mountain National Park.  The day was nearly perfect - clear blue skies, 75 degrees, and a riot of color in the hills.  The drive up to the parkway was a steep climb - the higher parts of the Parkway are near Asheville.  The views out over the mountains were spectacular - lots of bright yellows and oranges.  Not as many maples in this high area so  the reds are not so dominant.  All along the roadside there are bunches of purple asters adding some contrast color to the golden hues.  As we drove higher there are more pines, but the beetles and the air pollution have been hard on them and have killed off a large portion of the spruce.
    We got to a very high point with a great lookout and the Waterrock Knob Visitor Center and pulled off to take a bunch of pictures.  I noticed a camera crew doing some filming and then we saw that they were focusing on our Minnesota license plate.  They interviewed Rick asking him about the leaf colors.  He was very loyal to Minnesota and commented that there are beautiful changing leaves in Minnesota too, but no mountains such as these in North Carolina.  When we got back from our rambles today we turned on Channel 13 and there we both were, taking pictures and enjoying the leaves on local TV.
    After 30 miles on the Parkway we descended into Smoky Mountain National Park and the Oconaluftee Visitor Center. There were a lot of other folks who decided that today was a perfect day for driving through the park to see the leaves.  We had a picnic lunch on the deck of the Visitor Center as we looked out onto the Smoky Mountains - a beautiful view.  After lunch we walked around the Mountain Farm Museum which is a collection of historic log buildings gathered from throughout the Smoky Mountains and preserved on the Visitor Center site. The buildings include a house, barn, applehouse, springhouse, and smokehouse and give us an idea of the way the original settlers to the area lived.  They grew corn for corn meal and feed for the chickens and hogs.  They had apple orchards to make cider and canned applesauce for winter baking. They had big kitchen gardens to raise vegetables to can for food in the winter and a barn for their livestock.  I looked into the small log cabin that was the main house and noticed that the quilt rack could be raised up to the rafters during the day to get it out of the way and then lowered in the evening so that the women in the family could work on making more warm covers for the family.  Such a simple and yet convenient way to manage a frame that can easily be 4' x 8'.
     There is no admission to the park as a U.S Highway runs through the middle of it.  We drove in about 25 miles and then up to the highest part of the park - Klingman's Dome - which is a rocky knob on top of one of the mountains.  We could remember doing the same drive about 10 years ago in our rented camper, but it was a breeze driving the little car today.  By the time we got to the top the afternoon haze was thick and our view was not as clear as it had been earlier.  The pollution gets to be pretty thick and ruins some of the view.
    We drove back through what amounts to Asheville's rush hour - only slightly busier than midday.  Rick checked hopefully with the campground office to see if our part had arrived from Winnebago, but no such luck.  UPS comes at 10 am, FedEx later in the day.  We are hoping for the 10 am delivery, installation at the truck repair shop and back in business by noon, but we will see.  For the moment, we are watching the water flow in the Swannanoa River and the sun set behind the hills.  I always forget that in the mountains it goes from sunset to dark in such a short time.  No dusk.

Biltmore Estate, Asheville, North Carolina

    Long ago when we were in Asheville we missed a couple important of important visits: first to the largest home in America built by George Vanderbilt and second to Rick's oldest relative, Aunt Virgie Burg.  We don't agree on how long ago it was that we were here, probably about 10 years ago.  We had rented an RV in Atlanta, Georgia and driven it to the Great Smoky Mountain National Park.  Along the way the muffler fell off and one of the tires was bad so we were sent to Asheville to get the problems fixed.  It took so long to get the problems resolved that we needed to leave without these two visits.
   We started the day at the Biltmore Estates.  The estate covers 8000 acres and includes the original house and gardens, the farm, and various barns and outbuildings.  We stopped to buy tickets and got a reality check on the price of being a tourist - $59 each with a $10 discount for being seniors.  Yikes!  For another $10 we could rent an audio tour of the mansion or for $17 a piece we could schedule various tours.  Wow, are we at Disney World?  We parked and shuttled to the mansion.  I must say that the grounds are beautiful and the house is awesome.  The size is just hard to take in.  Most of the rooms have ceilings that are two stories high, even in the basement.  Some are seven stories high.  The interior doors are about 6 times the size of a normal door - tall and wide.  The walls are three feet thick.  The family has had millions of dollars of extensive preservation and restoration done on the house to preserve the silk wall coverings, draperies and upholstery, as well as many original light fixtures and other furnishings.  The tour includes rooms on many levels of the house and, even without the audio commentary, takes about an hour and a half.  From many rooms the view of mountains can be seen across acres of woods.
    The gardens are immense and beautiful, even in the fall when most of the flowers are gone.  Guests at the Biltmore could take long walks in the gardens, ride and hunt in the woods, or spend hours inside the house using the swimming pool, gym, and one of the games rooms.  We drove to the old farm which is now a winery and  a "shopping village" for lunch.  Vanderbilt took over a small town when he bought the property - this rebuilt town now provides visitors to the Estate a place to eat at restaurants and browse shops.  Pretty shops and a great lunch.
    In the late afternoon we went to visit Rick's 95 year old aunt, Virginia.  She was married to one of Rick's mom's brothers, Robert.  They lived in Bloomington for a while after I met Rick and then left Minnesota for Florida.  When Bob's health deteriorated they moved to Asheville to be near her daughter, Barbara.  We had a great visit with Virgie who is doing great and just got a golf cart to help her move around the Senior community.  She has her own bungalow on the property and drives to the main building for lunch and socializing.  Later, we were joined by Rick's cousin, Barbara and her husband, Bern.  It has been a really long time since we saw Barbara, but there was a lot to talk about  from their childhood days and catching up on the current events of the family.  We went out for a yummy dinner at an Italian/Greek restaurant.  As we returned to our campground we enjoyed a gorgeous sunset over the Blue Ridge.

Out of the Clouds into Asheville, North Carolina

    It rained all night - sometimes hard, sometimes just a drizzle.  I was pretty discouraged when I looked out the window this morning and could only see about 50 feet.  We turned on the weather station and heard that the rain would continue all day, perhaps for several days.  Although we were snug and safe in Raccoon Holler we need to get the mirror replaced on the camper before we drive home and to do that we need to get to a bigger city.
      I proposed a new idea  - drive directly down off the Blue Ridge using the state highways and get low enough to get away from the thick fog.  We put a plan together that gave us a couple places to stop again if the fog continued even after we got somewhat lower.  We geared up into our rain coats and pants and hit the road.  We drove out of the campground and very very slowly headed to a gas station that was described to us by the campground host.  We were probably 10 feet from the entrance before we were sure that we had found the gas station.  I was not optimistic that we would get much farther, but we took off down the mountain.
     It was encouraging to see several big trucks head down the same road that we had chosen to take us into the valley.  It was a 7 mile long, winding road with speed limits of 35 mph in many spots, sometimes 20.  The grade was often 8% and sometimes 9%.  If you don't drive an RV you may not pay much attention to the steepness of a road, but this one was STEEP and for a long ways.  The encouraging note was that the fog began to clear very quickly.  By the time we got down 8 miles it was still raining, but we could see several blocks ahead - a great improvement.
     We wandered about rural North Carolina as we worked our way to this campground just outside Asheville. We have a pretty stream that is full from the rain running just behind our camper - it drowns out some of the noise from the train across the highway.  We aren't in wilderness heaven up on the Blue Ridge Parkway, but as we sat in the sunshine we were very grateful to be safely down out of the fog.
     The part for our mirror replacement will be shipped tomorrow.  It is supposed to get here on Friday with expedited shipping.  We are looking for a place that can do the work for us - a truck repair place next door to the campground may be just the spot - we will find out tomorrow.  I just checked the weather where we were this morning - still misty and foggy.  I am glad that we took the chance and left.

Misty Moisty Morning on the Blue Ridge Parkway

     Here we are in beautiful Raccoon Holler.  It is pouring rain and visibility through the fog is only 100 feet.  Yup.  Not yards, feet.    It has been a loooooonnnnng day.  The rain started in the middle of the night and we felt sorry for the folks who were in the dripping tents in the campground.  We packed up and drove 10 miles to the site of the old Mabry Mill.  Ed Mabry built this mill to grind corn for his neighbors.  Eventually, he also built a saw mill, a blacksmith shop and a wheelwright shop.  The area became a focal point in the area. The damp old buildings, wagons and mill were stark and rough against the colors of the shrubs and trees.  It was a great stop for photos.  And the ONLY stop where pictures were possible.

     We left the mill and drove another 25 miles to the Blue Ridge Music Center.  This center is managed cooperatively by the National Park Service and the National Council for the Traditional Arts.  Every day at midday live mountain music is performed.  The center collects, performs and presents the history of traditional Blue Ridge music.  Much of the music is that of the banjo and the fiddle, two common instruments on the American frontier.  The evolution of the music is described in short videos and played via dozens of recordings.  It was a toe tapping stop for me.

      We had another 25 miles to go to our lunch stop, but the weather had deteriorated significantly.  In the higher elevations the clouds were literally sitting on the road.  We could see about 2 car lengths ahead – which is terrifying when the road can make a sharp turn in that space.  We crept along slowly and stopped at a pull off for lunch and a re-evaluation of our goal which was still 75 miles away.  I used a combination of maps and brochures to find a place where the Parkway was crossed by a road and where there was a campground nearby.  With almost no phone service I was able to get Google Maps and determine where we were.  Slowly we drove another 20 miles, missed the first turnoff to the campground and made the second. What a terrifying last 20 miles.  We couldn't see anything and kept worrying that someone was going to drive up our tailpipe.  I was so grateful to have found a place to get off the road.  By 2:30 we were parked in a pleasant campground that has electricity and cable.  We spent the afternoon sipping tea and enjoying the fact that we can run the little electric heater that keeps the chill off.  We are really stuck at the moment.  We can’t get on the freeway because of our missing mirror.  We can’t drive the Parkway because of the fog.  More rain is predicted for tomorrow.   We will just have to wait and see.  

Oh it is so beautiful.....Ooops

It was very foggy when we woke up this morning – we could hardly see our fellow campers.  So we took our time getting ready to go until the sun was peeping out.  Our drive up to the Parkway from our campground in Buena Vista was short and really steep.  The camper performed perfectly on the steep drive and we stopped at the top to take a photo of the clouds in the valley beneath us.  With all the glorious fall foliage peeping out between the clouds it was like being in October heaven.

    The Parkway runs on a narrow strip of land that goes on for over 400 miles.  It is closed to commercial vehicles and is just two skinny lanes wide with a bit of mowed grass for shoulders, although most of the time it appears that one could not actually pull off onto the mowed area without getting stuck.  We were rolling along just thrilled at the beautiful colors and the blue sky when BANG there was a loud thump.  Rick yelled something (probably not a curse because he never does) and I looked out my window to see the side mirror hanging by a thread.  I gathered my wits about me and realized that I needed to grab that mirror.  But as I started to power the window down the mirror dropped off onto the shoulder.  I was not so polite in my response to that problem.  We drove ahead about a mile and found a pull off.  Left the camper and took the car back to see if we could find the mirror and perhaps duct tape it on.  No such luck.  That part of the road followed a steep drop to a small creek, where I am sure some minnows are looking at the mirror and wondering what it is.  Well @%@%@%.

    We now have only the small bottom part of our side mirror.  It is okay while we are driving the parkway as there is no way anyone can come up along our right side, but when we get to the freeway we are in trouble.  So our plan is to stay on the Parkway for two days until we get to Asheville, NC where we planned to stay for a couple days anyway.  During that time we will have to find a Ford truck dealer who can get us a new mirror, because there is no way we can drive on the freeways without it.  So good news / bad news.  We lost our mirror, but at least we are not in big trouble without it for the moment.

Our campground tonight is at Rocky Knob high on the Blue Ridge Parkway.  If you like to camp – especially in the fall when it is cool and everything smells of falling leaves – you will understand when I say that this place is spectacular.  A beautiful campground, a warm campfire, turning leaves and a clear, starry night.  May you all have the chance to get to the kind of vacation you love the most.  I am here.

    

Back in the Beautiful Hills

     It was a quiet day.  Our routine for packing up, even after being in a spot for a week, does not take us long to complete.  Everything inside the camper is stowed in its own spot or it will come flying out when we brake.  I make sure that all the cupboard doors are latched, the stuff in the frig is stacked well, all the books and maps need to go into their bin, the dishes washed and put away, the pots and pans stacked so that they don’t bang around, I bring the slide out and the awning in, all the windows need to be closed including the skylights, and the door is latched and locked.  Rick dumps the tanks and refills the water, I start up the car and we get it hitched on, we check the brake lights and turn signals, make sure the step is in and the antenna down, I turn on the GPS and away we go – easy, peasy.  It all takes about 30 minutes – even in the rain.  Then we are back on the road.

    So here we are at a city campground sort of in the middle of nowhere:  Buena Vista, Virginia.  The city park is huge and on the site of a farm owned by a friend of Stonewall Jackson (or so the woman who was restoring the old mansion said).  We are just off the Blue Ridge Parkway and this was the nearest campground, except for the one where you checked in at the gas pumps and then drove around to the back of the station where there are a couple electric hookups.

     I shouldn't complain.  We are parked on a big grassy area and have power and water, as well as pretty good phone service.  There are about a half a dozen other campers here.  We seem to be a big attraction to bored folks in town as there has been a constant stream of cars driving around just looking at the campers.  In the background we can hear the train that comes by every hour or so and has to blow the whistle as it goes through town.  It is raining so hard on the roof of the camper that the train noise probably won’t bother us.

   We are back in the foothills of the Appalachians.  During the week that we spent on the coast, the leaves have really begun to turn and bright red and gold flares all over the hillsides.  We had sun for a while today so we could enjoy the colors, but Virginia is in a big weather system that starts in Texas and we may have showers off and on for a couple days.  The temperature is going down into the 40’s tonight so it is nice to be able to have the electric heater on to take the chill off – yes, we are spoiled.  No TV reception so we watched a few episodes of the old show, “Northern Exposure” and remembered the 80’s(???).   A quiet night in our cozy camper.

Mariner's Museum

    The weather forecast has been for rain most of the week but we have had one perfect day after another.  We saved our visit to the Mariner's Museum for the "rainy" day, but since this is the last day we are here in Williamsburg, sunshine or not, today we went to an indoor museum.   It was highly rated in Fodor's and TripAdvisor which isn't always a decision factor for us, but it sounded like something just up our alley.
   The museum has several focal areas:  the boats of the Chesapeake Bay area, the story of and artifacts from the Civil War armored ship the USS Monitor, and a big gallery of various small sailboats, rowboats, and watercraft from around the world.  There was also a special exhibit on surviving at sea after a shipwreck.   The first thing that we saw was a huge light from a Chesapeake Bay lighthouse.  It looked like a beautiful chandelier.
   The museum does a great job of telling the stories that go with the boats.  This includes fishing and hunting from boats on the Chesapeake, the Civil War battle between the Virginia and the Monitor, the recovery of portions of the Monitor over 150 years after its sinking, and spoken and written accounts of survivors sea disasters.  Movies, narratives from letters and logs, old photos and many life size models bring the stories to life.  The only drawback was that the museum was kept at refrigeration chill and we had to step outside to warm up.
    We came back the camper and spent our last afternoon in the outdoor living room.  Rick was getting ready to grill some chops when the thunder began.  We packed up our chairs and carried the hard cider indoors just as the rain began to pour.  Temps are supposed to be about 10 degrees cooler tomorrow as we head back to the Blue Ridge Parkway and up into the mountains.  Time to pull out our jeans and fleece shirts.
     We will be following the parkway and staying in some little campgrounds along the way.  Once again most of the campsites are without WI-FI and many without power.  I will check in as we hit pockets of cell access.  We are now slowly heading back towards home - always both a sad and a happy time.  The hills are calling me.

Smithfield's Old Ham

    President Obama caused us to go in a different direction today.  Well, actually his visit to Virginia Beach changed our plans.  I knew that he had a visit planned in this area and then the morning news showed predicted road congestion just where we were planning to go in Virginia Beach.  So we looked at the map and decided to take a free ferry ride across the James River.  The ferries run frequently and take cars and trucks up to 12 tons.  It was a beautiful day out on the river and we enjoyed our 20 minute ride.  We got a great view of the historic Jamestowne landing from the water.

     The area across the river was visited frequently by the Jamestown colonists as they traded with the natives in the villages there.  About 30 miles from the ferry landing is a town on the Pagen River which is known for its ham, Smithfield.  The drive to Smithfield took us through a different side of Virginia - fields of soybeans, corn and COTTON.  It was pretty cool to see those white puffs growing in the field and ready for picking.  I am really in the South.
    Smithfield is a pretty little town with a large number of old, nicely restored homes.  We had lunch in a nice little Ice Cream Parlor - I had some Smithfield Country ham on rye - yum.   After lunch we headed for the Isle of Wight Museum to see the world's largest ham and the world's oldest ham (118 years old).  We strolled past quite a few painted pigs.  And then walked about a half a mile on the "historic walk" which took us past dozens of great 18th century homes.  Unlike Williamsburg these are places that everyday folks live in.  So many beautiful places that require so much upkeep.  Many of the homes had beautiful lowland along the river as their back yard and some wonderful views.
    On our way back to the ferry we had another first.  We were stopped by a road block and had to produce a driver's license.  No clue as to what was going on except that we knew that Obama had been in the area.  We must not have fit the profile and they let us old Midwest folks through and we went on our way.
   So to recap: Ferry ride, cotton, painted pigs, good ham, old hams, big hams, old houses, and finally old folks stopped by the police.  Quite a day.

 

Yorktown aside

    Sometimes its the adventures I don't plan that turn out to be the highlight of the day.  We decided to complete the historical triangle today and go to Yorktown.  Our drive to get there brings me to my second topic for the day - navigating in old towns on the East Coast.  In the Midwest many of our cities were developed on the grid system - streets running north and south, east and west.  When I learned to drive and navigate, I learned that an intersection usually has four corners at right angles.  Not so in Williamsburg (and many other east coast cities including Boston).  Williamsburg roads evolved from a series of heavily traveled paths that went between several rivers.  The road system looks like a lopsided spider web with many roads leading to the center and others around the outside edges.  In addition, the historic preservation folks have limited signs and put heavy foliage everywhere.  We met a couple at lunch today who said that they had decided not to drive after dark because they couldn't find anything.  We just retreat to the campground and only navigate on foot after dark.  But today as we tried to get to Yorktown the navigator (me) got completely turned around and we finally pulled over to "discuss" the map.  I was wrong and annoyed. Sigh.
     Rick figured out the map and we spent the morning at the historic Yorktown site. It was my least favorite of the three historic sites.  Perhaps because the emphasis was on the Revolutionary battle at that site and I am a bit battlefielded out.  There was a very interesting demonstration on loading and firing a musket done by a very entertaining young woman and another discussion of battlefield first aid and surgery that I found gruesome but fascinating.  Overall, however, it wasn't my favorite day.  UNTIL
   We left the historic site and drove to historic downtown Yorktown which is right on the York River near Chesapeake Bay.  About 10 blocks of old river front has been restored to nice museums, cafes, and shops.  There were several blocks of nice white sand beach along the river - perfect on this warm and sunny fall day.    We stopped at a little hole in the wall pub for lunch and ended up having a really great time.   There was a long list of fresh fish, a great selection of beer and wine, and it was just across the street from the beach.  We sat at the bar and ordered lunch.  Another couple joined us and told us it was their 53rd wedding anniversary so we had a fine time talking about traveling after retirement.
   After lunch we wandered onto the white sand beach and then we headed back to the campground for another wonderful couple of hours of relaxing in the autumn sunshine.  What a pleasant day.

Exploring our Roots at Jamestowne

     If you have seen the Disney movie, Pocahontas, or studied even a little bit of American history, you know about the romance between the beautiful Indian maiden and the English settler, John.  Today we stood in the ruins of the church where they were married on Jamestown Island just off the coast of Virginia.  To get there we drove the Colonial Parkway which is a limited access road that connects the historic settlements of Jamestown, Williamsburg, and Yorktown.  As it gets close to Jamestown Island the Parkway winds through swampy and boggy areas near the James River.  It is a great area for bird watching including some Bald Eagles.

   It was our lucky day as we arrived just in time for a tour of the archaeological dig. The archaeologist who gave the tour was enthusiastic, well informed and an active participant in the dig.  She made the ruins of a 400 year old site really come alive.  Originally, it was believed that the foundations of the early settlement were beneath the James River due to changes in its flow.  However, in 1994, digging unearthed the posts of the corners of the wall around the encampment.  Since that time graves, foundations, a well, and many artifacts from the men who lived in the area have been found.
    Jamestown was the first permanent settlement in the United States.  It was founded by the Virginia Company which was one of several Joint Stock companies established by royal charter by King James of England with the the goal of establishing settlements on the coast of North America.  Initially there were only about a hundred men - mostly soldiers - who were sent to establish a settlement.  Later a few women arrived and some families.  The buildings and walls were built using fairly small trees despite the fact that the area had large amounts of huge trees.  However, these trees were cut and sent to England to pay for the costs of supporting the settlement.
   It was a hard life and a large portion of the early settlers died of malnutrition, disease, and accidents.  Our nation was founded by some very tough and determined people.  We should be so proud.

A step into history, Williamsburg

    Williamsburg isn't just a step back in time, it is a history lesson and a pep rally for democracy.  Virginia is a "swing" state in this presidential election.  Everywhere we turn there are ads and discussions regarding the election.  It was driving me crazy until we spent a day in Williamsburg and listened to the ongoing debate over the need to break from England and establish an independent nation.  We now have the freedom to have this endless debate over issues because "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness."
    A large section of the old city of Williamsburg has been either preserved or restored.  The Governor's Palace anchors one end and the Capitol building anchors the other.  In between, several blocks wide, there are streets of homes and shops of the 18th century.  Throughout the area are townsfolk dressed in period costume.  They are shopping, managing the stores which have traditional wares, running the post office, writing the newspaper, and working as silversmiths, blacksmiths, carpenters, weavers, wig makers, and tavern keepers.
    There are many opportunities for a visitor to engage in conversation and listen to discourse regarding the issues and problems of living in a democracy.  Some of the townsfolk are critical of the current state of affairs of  18th century Virginia, others talk about the many problems presented by being a colony of England, while some are passionate about the need for religious freedom from the Church of England.  We stopped at a coffee house - one of the gathering spots in colonial Williamsburg where the debate was often vigorous.  We sampled some amazing hot chocolate which was a common drink of the 1700's and participated in a conversation that was led by one of the Williamsburg staff.  History really comes alive when it is clear that so many of the issues are still real, but the right to debate them was such a victory for our ancestors.
    The day was exhausting and invigorating.  It is a huge area to walk around and we certainly could spend at least one more day just in the city.  However, we still have the Jamestown and Yorktown sites to visit.

America's Historic Triangle

   After arriving at our very nice KOA outside of Williamsburg we took went for a drive and some shopping. The first thing I noticed was that all the modern shops - Walmart, gas stations, even Burger King are hidden behind a lot of greenery and are built of brick or stone.  It just looks so nice.  We drove right past Target but I saw the large parking lot and guessed that was where we were headed.  Target is the same here as everywhere EXCEPT I found a nice assortment of wine AND despite the fact that it is Sunday, I was able to purchase it.  Come on Minnesota, get out of the dark ages!

    We will be staying in this area called The Historic Triangle for 6 days.  Yorktown, Williamsburg, and Jamestown are all within 20 miles.  The first permanent English settlers sent by the Virginia Company of London were at Jamestown. Many ideas and concepts of the revolution were promoted in Williamsburg. American independence was won in the final victory at Yorktown.  We will be visiting each of these historic sites during our time here.
    We are staying in a very large KOA about 8 miles outside of Williamsburg.  Lots of big trees (mostly oak and full of acorns which can be quite startling when they drop on top of the camper).  We worked a bit with the check-in clerk to get a nice, level, somewhat shady site.  We set up the chairs and picnic table and settled in for a few days.  Our home away from home.

Jefferson's Home Monticello

     We are camped a few miles from Thomas Jefferson's home, Monticello.  He had a plantation of over 5000 acres situated on the top of a Virginia mountain.  It is a UNESCO World Heritage Site.  Jefferson was an amazing man of many talents.  He was a member of the Continental Congress and drafted the Declaration of Independence.  During his two terms as President he promoted the purchase of the Louisiana Territory in 1803 and supported the Lewis and Clark expedition.
      My father always wanted to visit this house after he read about Jefferson's many inventions.  Jefferson taught himself architecture and designed this home.  He was very interested in science and technology and built many time saving features into his house including a dumb waiter which brought up bottles of wine from his wine cellar and a cupboard which was built on a turntable so the servants could put the food on the shelves from the kitchen and spin the cupboard around so the dishes were available in the dining room.
    The house sits up high on the mountain, has amazing views and gets a nice breeze which was important in the days before air conditioning and made our tour on this warm day very pleasant.  Jefferson grew grapes and fruits on the slopes of these hills to make wine.  He had extensive gardens and experimented with growing many types of plants from around the world.  At some times he had over 25 members of his family living with him.  He had other homes nearby and often spent time at these smaller places to get away from the many visitors and family at Monticello, I don't blame him.  As the writer of the document which claims that "all men are created equal" it was an interesting dichotomy of Jefferson's character that he promoted equality and religious freedom, but also owned slaves as well as having several children by one of the slaves.  It was clarified on the tour that his wife died after only 6 years of marriage and implied that the relationship with his slave came after her death.  The situation was certainly not unique in his day.

   After our visit to Monticello we stopped for lunch at Michie Tavern which was only a half mile away.  This tavern served travelers and was a social center of the area from 1784.  Lunch was a buffet of fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, black-eyed peas, stewed tomatoes, green beans, pickled beets and cornbread and biscuits.  After we rolled ourselves away from the table, we walked around the property which had several other buildings from the same period including a general store, a dry goods store which sold QUILTS and a metal shop.  I wasn't impressed with the quilts although it is always fun to look.  We left with a bottle of Hard Cider since it is apple season here.  We sampled it with some crackers and cheese which pretty much became supper after such a big lunch.  Pretty good stuff.
    I really like Virginia.  The landscape is endlessly rolling with lots of beautiful hardwoods.  I can see why folks settled here.

Taking the RIGHT road

     When planning a trip I use many tools to decide at which campground we will stay.   Sometimes there is little choice because we are driving between points.  When we stay in a big tourist area I look at reviews, amenities, and location.  We are located now just outside of Charlottesville, Virginia near Jefferson's home of Monticello. After deciding on the campground I put the address into the GPS and then double check the route by map.  All looked good until I was looking at the KOA book which warned: "Do not trust your GPS! It sends you down a very rough and steep road.  Use our directions."  So we ignored the GPS, took the campground directions and got to the campground easily.
    We travel slowly with lots of quiet time.  It gives me a lot of time to think, read, and write.  I remember lots of times I traveled with my family and times that Rick and I have traveled with our sons.  I remember so many nice little things: a meal together, a hike, a funny comment, campfire stories.  Unless I think hard, I don't recall wrong turns, bad weather, grumpy words.
    So here is my philosophical light bulb thought for the day. Why spend so much time worrying about wrong turns in life?  Leave behind the shoulda, coulda, woulda.  Think today of at least one choice that you made in life that was the RIGHT turn.  A decision that may have seemed small at the time but has made a good difference for you.
   I'll go first:  When my niece, Becky, was born I saw a picture of a quilt in a magazine.  It was a huge elephant and came with a pattern and directions.  I decided to make it for the coming baby.  It was a difficult, big project.  I had never quilted before and I had a lot to learn to make it work.  But, that project began my love of quilting and gave me a hobby that brings me endless pleasure.
   We made our right turn today and now we are enjoying a warm and sunny afternoon outside our camper on our lawn chairs.  We added West Virginia, Maryland and Virginia to our U.S. map.  We've had a glass of wine and watched our camping neighbors set up an elaborate patio with sparkle lights and carpet.  Such a good day.  What is one of your "right" turns?

Eastern frontier farming

     Last night was the coldest we have experienced while camping in quite a while.  We can run our heater a little, but the fan takes power and we can only run the generator to recharge the batteries for a few hours each day.  If we run the generator too much we use up all the gas.  So we are very frugal with power.  One light on, water pump off unless being used, heat on just long enough to take the chill off.  So I ran the heat for a little while when we went to bed just to help get the bed warm and then the piles of blankets kept us cozy the rest of the night.  I jumped out of bed for a minute this morning to turn the heat back on for a little bit as we got up.  Still, we are very spoiled compared to tent campers who had to get their fires going to warm against the chill.

     The cold weather seems to have speeded up the process of the turning of the leaves and everywhere we look there are spots of bright red and yellow.  The park is getting busier as the weekend approaches.  The Appalachian Trail runs along the Skyline Parkway.  Many hikers use the park campgrounds, camp stores, laundry and showers.  We ran into one very seasoned hiker in the camp store.  How could I tell?  by the smell.  Wow, he had to have been on the trail for a while.  The whole trail is over 2000 miles long.  Hikers still in Virginia in September who are headed north are not going to make it the full length.   It takes quite a determined hiker to make it the whole way in one season – so many steep ups and downs.  I admire their fortitude.

     Today we drove the last 20 miles of the Parkway and then went to Staunton, Virginia.  Birthplace of Herbert Hoover.  We could have gone to his home, but since the weather was just beautiful we went to the Frontier Culture Museum.  This is a living history outdoor museum which has a series of farm sites with original buildings from 18^th century England, Ireland, and Germany to show the culture of the farmers who settled this area.  There was also a set of frontier America farmsteads from the 1790’s, 1820 and 1850 in America.  An African village and a Native American village were under construction.  The staff who were at each site gave us great information about the origin of the buildings and what life was like during the time they were used.   The place was mostly empty midweek in September and the weather was perfect for walking between each area.  We learned why the Irish (Rick’s ancestors) left Ireland before the potato famine to come to the U.S. and why the Germans left Germany (my ancestors).   In both cases it was mainly because the growing conditions and financial opportunities in Europe were poor so adventurous people emigrated to America.  

     Tomorrow we leave Shenandoah and get back to commercial campgrounds. Less scenic, but with the capacity to run off an electric connection. Everything is a tradeoff.

Driving the Skyline Parkway

     I have just come in to a warm camper after sitting around our campfire.   I wonder how many campfires I have sat around and how many places – too many to count.  There have been so many times when I went from the warmth of the fire into a very chilly sleeping bag.  I am grateful to be crawling into a warm bed tonight was the temperature dips into the low 40s.

     It has been a beautiful day.  Warm sunshine and light breezes.  We drove along much of the Skyline Parkway and stopped at wayside overlooks, the Visitor Center and Skyland Lodge.  We usually try to have a meal at one of the old lodges in each park.  This one was not so huge, but had a dining room with windows on three sides that looked out over the Shenandoah Valley.  A wonderful view and very nice lunch.  The lodge was actually one of the reasons that the park is in existence.  Visitors to Skyline thought that the area would make a good park – similar to the western national parks which were already attracting so many visitors.  In the late 20’s more and more people had cars and were interested in traveling.

     A commission was formed to look into acquiring land to build the park.  Although the area was rugged and remote, dozens of mountain families owned farms and timber acreage that was proposed to be part of the park.  A school teacher came one year to set up a school for the mountain children.  She wrote a paper which claimed that the people living in the mountains were terribly poor, uneducated and had no social structure and support.  Her paper became justification for an act which turned their lands over to the National Park service after “proper compensation.”  This was highly contested but, by 1935, Skyline Parkway was completed and the new park had over a million visitors.

     World War II and gas rationing slowed down the rate of visitors, but since the park is only 85 miles from Washington D.C. it is still one of the most visited parks in the system.  There were not that many people on the roads today so we had a wonderful time stopping to take pictures, watch the wildlife and wander down bits of the Appalachian Trail that crisscross the parkway.  There are still only a few people in the campground so we have been enjoying the quiet and watching deer walk up and down the roads like they own the place.    

    We drove to an overlook that looks west to get some sunset pictures.  The air is very clear after a couple days of rain so we are getting a great view without the smog.  It is very cold tonight, but beautiful.

Shenandoah National Park

     It’s Tuesday.  I need to keep track of what day it is.  It is easy to get confused when we are on the road for a long time.  The weather forecast for today was ominous.  We had rain all night last night – steady, but not too hard.  Then today the forecast was for thunderstorms, strong winds, downpours, flooding and a tornado watch.  Not such great traveling weather.  Fortunately, it was only raining a bit as we packed up.  I am always grateful for good waterproof boots, rain pants and rain jackets.  At least we were dry under all our rain gear as we started our drive.

     We found the wind about 20 miles from Gettysburg.  It bounced the camper around and made it hard to drive. Then by the time we got to the interstate we found the heavy rain.  At times we could only see the truck ahead of us.  Finally, we got to the Welcome to Maryland rest stop and pulled off for a break.  The rain subsided and we drove on through West Virginia to the Welcome to Virginia rest stop after once again hitting a huge rain squall.  This was a four state, multiple thunderstorm, and three big accidents on the interstate, day.

     By the time we left the interstate to drive into the hills, the rain had let up.  The drive up into Shenandoah National Park and onto Skyline Parkway through the park was just beautiful.  The trees are all huge hardwoods – Oaks, maples, ash – and they were dripping with rain.  A heavy mist drifted between the hills.  We saw lots of small branches and leaves down, but the wind that had ripped through the park earlier was gone.

     We had a reservation at Loft Mountain Campground.  When we got to the campground NO ONE WAS HERE.  No ranger at the check-in and, at first we thought, no campers either.  However, as we go to our reserved site we found a dozen other RV’s.  A few other hardy souls enjoying the complete peace of this empty campground.  Our reserved site was tight.  Too tight as it turned out and we took at little bark off a tree trying to get back out of the driveway.  However, with an almost empty campground we had our pick of another site with fewer trees and a longer driveway.  Perfect!

     Now night is falling, the trees are still dripping, it's chilly and the fog has thickened, and it is so quiet.  Nice.

From Lincoln to Eisenhower

     Who is the first president that you remember?  Our first stop this morning was to a farm just outside of Gettysburg that was owned by Dwight D. Eisenhower.  I can remember hearing "We Like Ike" and learning that Ike was the president.  President Eisenhower spent many years in the military including as a  five star General in WWII as Supreme Commander of the Allied forces in Europe.  Upon "retirement" from the military he bought this farm in Pennsylvania, but before he could settle into his retirement he was called to be head of the newly formed NATO.  In 1952 he left that post and was elected president.  After 2 terms in office he once again "retired" to his farm.  The house and farm were given to the National Park Service and the house still has many of the original furnishings.  To tour it was a complete blast from the past for those of us who lived in the 50's and 60's.  Mamie Eisenhower was very attached to this farm because she said it was the only house they ever owned having gone from one military post to another, and then to the White House.  We took the tour with a big group of Boy Scouts who were full of interesting observations about the house, but also about President Obama and his rival Mitt Romney.  The boys have all the answers if we would just listen to them.
    After lunch we followed an "auto tour" with a recorded historical vignette at each stop.  Our first stop was the Gettysburg National Veterans Cemetery where Abraham Lincoln gave his Gettysburg Address to honor the 50,000 men who were killed or wounded on the Gettysburg battleground during the three day battle.  It is just astounding to realize the magnitude of destruction of the Civil War battles.  More than 50% of the men who died were never identified.  Families never knew what happened to their sons, fathers, husbands, brothers.  Quite a sacrifice.
   On one hand the area of the battle seems huge.  One company hiked over 25 miles to reinforce Union lines.  The 1st Minnesota Volunteer Infantry Regiment lost over 80% of its men in one battle.  This Regiment was the first to answer the call to battle.  Governor Alexander Ramsey was in Washington D.C. when President Lincoln called for 75,000 volunteers.  He offered 1000 men from Minnesota.  My Great Great Grandfather Schepperle fought in the Civil War for Minnesota, but not at Gettysburg, I believe (or perhaps I would not be here).  On the other hand, the area seems small for the huge loss of life and number of battles.  Once the fighting was over, the citizens of Gettysburg had to care for the dead and wounded.  There were about 25,000 injured to be cared for by 2500 townspeople.  Such a complete tragedy.
    It has been a day steeped in history for us.  Tomorrow we drive to Shenandoah.

Gettysburg arrival

    We left the toll roads today and drove some back highways to Gettysburg.  Both my campground planner and our GPS routed us on US30.  However, the first thing I saw as we got onto the highway were signs which warned truckers of "sharp curves and steep descents."   We have been on some challenging roads out West so we weren't too worried.  We did a long slow climb through beautiful hardwood forest that is just beginning to turn to gold.  As we got higher we could see long ridges of the mountains.  Pockets of fog hung in some of the valleys.  Just glorious views, but no place to stop for pictures.  We soon reached the summit of the mountain and started down with warnings that it was a 3 mile drop with an 8% grade.  Whew!  Our camper and driver did great and we easily made it to the flat.  THEN there was another climb and another set of warnings.  This time it was 3.5 miles at a 9% grade.  I was very happy to be at the bottom of that one and on our way to Gettysburg.
   We drove through a bunch of small towns.  The houses are all of brick or stone and many of them sit right up next to the road - with their front door about 8' from the traffic. The roads are narrow without much shoulder.  We are over 8.5' wide so it gets pretty tight in places.
    Our campground is outside of Gettysburg by several miles.  We had a short drive today so after settling in and having lunch we drove to the Gettysburg National Historic Battlefield.  It was nice to be driving our little CRV through downtown Gettysburg which has beautiful old buildings - all very close to the street.  It would be fun to stay downtown and just walk around visiting the historic buildings.  The map of the battle of Gettysburg shows that we are probably camped near where some of the Confederate soldiers gathered before the battle.
    We went to the Gettysburg Visitor Center to get an orientation to the battlefield.  A beautiful movie which has both actual black and white photos from the battle as well as a very well done reenactment of the battle. From the movie we went to view an enormous Cyclorama which is a painting that is 359 feet long, 27 feet high and weighs about 3 tons.  It was painted in 1882.  It is set up so that it wraps around a viewing platform as though we were standing on a hill in the center of Gettysburg.  Then, through lights and narration, the battle of Gettysburg is described as though we were there.  The Visitor Center also has an extensive museum with many short videos which describe the events and battles of the Civil War, including Lincoln's Gettysburg Address.  I was very proud that I still can recite the opening paragraph.  Junior High history has stuck with me pretty well.
   We will be more prepared tomorrow and will bring the camera to capture the beauty of this corner of history.  I am quite inspired!

Pennsylvania peace

   We are camped in a narrow valley in Pennsylvania.  It seemed that as soon as we drove across the border from Ohio we left flat farmland behind and started climbing over long ridges.  In my usual passion to know about where we are going I found an app for my phone that tells me the altitude so I could watch us climb and then roll down the hills.  We got up to 1243 feet today after starting at about 650.
     Our drive across Ohio and a little bit of Pennsylvania was easier than the Chicago marathon. (I was so tired last night I forgot that we had also crossed Indiana). Although we drove around Toledo, Cleveland, and Pittsburgh today there wasn't much traffic - the benefit of doing this on a weekend.
    When we stopped for gas we discovered that there are several "Service plazas" on the Ohio turnpike that have overnight parking for RVs.  So, if you like, you can gas up, eat, and sleep without ever leaving the toll road.  That may be a good idea since it cost us $35 in tolls to cross the state.  This seemed like a bargain when we paid $14.10 for what amounted to 16 miles on the Pennsylvania turnpike.  A vacation going east is less driving, but the cost increases with the price to drive on all the toll roads.  At least gas is still under $4.

   We arrived at our campsite by mid-afternoon.  Plenty of time to set out our lawn chairs and enjoy a little sun.  We had an official sticking new states onto the U.S. map on our door, and then brought out the grill for a hot dog dinner.  I got a chance to chat with my sons and to meet Carter's new puppy via Skype.  I love being able to keep in touch with my family as we enjoy being on the road!
 

Slow go around Chicago

     We stopped last night just short of the Illinois border.  Our Campground Planner had routed our trip through Chicago.  It IS the shortest way to go, but we are 45' long with our "Toad" which makes changing lanes a challenge.  I voted for us to go far outside Chicago on I39.  Rick (definitely more conservative of the two of us) suggested that we do a "modified" Chicago route.  We don't know how much construction we may have run into on I39, but we certainly spent a bunch of time driving on the shoulder on our I90/I385 route.  There was no winner in this decision on which way to go.  We just had to groan and bear it.

    We stopped at the Belvedere Plaza over the freeway before we got very far into Chicago.  I can remember many occasions when we have stopped there, including a trip to Washington D.C. with my parents when I was 12.  I remember that my Dad really loved to stop at these Tollway Plazas because they all had Howard Johnson's 21 flavors of ice cream.  Dad really loved his ice cream and was always delighted to have such a big choice - although Maple Nut was his hands down favorite.

    We lost an hour today as we drove into the Eastern Time Zone - a bad day to lose an hour despite our earlier start this morning.  We drove through Illinois and have made it to Ohio.  Both states that we have not traveled through before in the RV.  I love to add the state stickers to our U.S. and Canada map.  We don't have many left to get and should add several more on this trip.  Not sure how we are going to get the Hawaii sticker unless we just spend a night sleeping on the beach - Hmmm - maybe in March!

    We are in a pretty campground about three miles off the freeway.  It is the weekend now so there are kids in the campground.  I love to see them riding their bikes and scooters.  I have noticed that there are almost no overweight kids out camping.  It is really good to see.  As always we are enjoying people watching in the campgrounds.  This motorhome has fewer windows than the 5th wheel so we have to work a little harder at it.  Last night we saw one poor man back into his site at least 6 times in an effort to get perfectly situated.  I also saw a couple who each had one artificial leg.  I am delighted that technology and acceptance have moved forward so that it is comfortable for folks with disabilities to enjoy camping too.  

    The weather is beautiful - sunny and cool.  So we are enjoying a great evening - sitting at the picnic table with our computers.  What could be better.  I know - we could be taking a walk!

Rolling along Wisconsin Hills

     We had a slow start this morning.  We couldn’t find the second set of keys for the camper (my keys).  We looked everywhere and finally gave up – then, of course, I found them as I was warming up the car before hitching it to the camper.  Thank goodness. 

     I had already moved most of the food into the camper, but had to load up the stuff in the refrigerator this morning.  At least the weather is cool today so the frig will cool off fairly quickly.  It has been in the 90’s the last couple short trips that we took and it seemed to take all day to get the refrigerator cold.

     Our 300 mile drive today took us through the rolling hills of Wisconsin.  I was surprised to see so much color in the trees.  Autumn is swiftly approaching.  We had a fairly relaxing drive without any cross wind and not much traffic.  By the time we got to our lunch stop we had settled in to being on the road again.  It feels great – new places to see, lots to learn from visiting historic sites, and some quiet time together.  

     I saw a lot of wild turkeys in the corn fields.  I can't remember ever seeing wild turkeys until the past few years.  Why were they so scarce?  DDT? Hunting?  Now we see them all the time.  The corn looked pretty good despite the drought - maybe its all dried up in the husk.  I don't know.  But with the nice rain everything looked good as we drove south.  Very pretty. 

    Yesterday’s cool, rainy weather from Minnesota is now with us in Eastern Wisconsin.  It was raining when we arrived at the Hidden Valley RV resort and a possible frost is predicted for tonight.  I’ve put an extra blanket on the bed and pulled out the little electric heater.  Campfire weather, and fleece shirts.  I love it.

Loading up

    I am not as organized as usual for this trip.  We have made quite a few changes in plans - from a Colorado trip (too many fires) to an Appalachian trip and then set the date out by several weeks so we could be around for Jennifer's transplant.  I still don't have any detailed maps for any of the states that we are driving through - Wisconsin, Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, Pennsylvania, Virginia, North Carolina (and probably others).  I am at least hoping that I get to check off a couple more states that we have traveled to.
   The camper is now parked in our driveway and clean on the outside thanks to Rick and Kellen.  It was hard to tell Kellen that he wasn't invited on this trip - some day, but not now.  However, I still need to remove some toys and games from summer adventures with Carter and Kellen and put travel books and DVDs more interesting to adults back in - I don't think I can watch "The Incredibles" another time for a while.
    The weather keeps changing and so does my guess on what clothes to bring.  We will be at high altitude in Shenandoah where it is in the 40's at night and also along the southern coast where it is still in the high 80's during the day.  Fortunately we have pretty good storage area so we can cram warm jackets, hat and gloves out of the way until needed.
   This morning I need to shop for maps and food.  This afternoon, with blessedly cooler weather, we will tidy up the inside of the camper and pack in our clothes and non-perishable food. Tonight we sleep in our home bed for the last time for a month and then we are off for an adventure.  Wahoo!
 

Driving the Blue Ridge Parkway

  In  a little less than a week we are planning to hop into our motor home and head east. We feel so lucky to be able to make this trip.  It has been a difficult summer as we watched Jennifer get sicker and sicker.  Many trips to the hospital until she finally wasn't going to get out for months.  Then her miracle happened and her friend Diana donated a portion of her liver to Jennifer.  Now, with both women on their way to a good recovery, we are leaving home for a few weeks.
    When Rick and I first rented an RV for a week to determine whether or not we would enjoy traveling together in a small space, we spent some time in the area around the Smoky Mountains including a short drive on the Blue Ridge Parkway.  It was so beautiful that we both vowed to make a trip back and drive more of the road.  So next Thursday we will start our 4000 mile journey.
   We will start our eastern ramblings with a visit to Gettysburg.  Then spend a few days in Shenandoah National Park.   At the south end of Shenandoah the Blue Ridge Parkway begins its winding ribbon of black along the ridges of the Appalachian mountains for over 400 miles.  We will stop at many campgrounds and historic sites along the way, ending our trip along the Parkway at Smoky Mountain National Park.
   We will be taking a side trip to Colonial Williamsburg and Jamestown.  I have wanted to get to this area for a long time and we will be so close that we are going to hop off the parkway and head to the coast for a few days - hopefully the hurricane season will be beyond us by then!
   I look forward, as always, to sharing the journey with all of you.  It is such a pleasure to get your comments as we wander away from home.

After a long plane ride

     We are home.  I love Hawaii, but hate the plane ride.  In the old days we often had more than one seat and could move around and stretch a little.  Now it is so cramped I have a stiff back and knee from such confined sitting for so many hours.
    Our flight home left Kauai at 11 pm so we stayed in the condo until 9 and had a chance to wash the sand and salt off before getting on the plane.  We got home mid-afternoon.  We had a late lunch, a short nap and then a quiet evening.  Today I am almost back to the right time zone.
   I had a few favorites on this trip.  A new favorite beer - Kona Longboard Lager - I don't think I can get it in Minnesota.  A new gelato flavor called Salt Pond which was a sort of sea salt and caramel.  I discovered the rare and endangered plant - the fan palm - which I would have to have if I lived in Hawaii.  My favorite rain gear now and always - REI.  Finally, I have a renewed respect for my husband's driving skills through torrential rain and deep puddles.
    I think that maybe it is my Norwegian heritage, with all the fjords, that makes me so love to be near the sound of the sea.  I love the sound of the surf, it is like breathing to me.  I am happy to be back in my home but I can't wait to go back to the ocean.  Aloha.

National Tropical Botanical Garden

   On our last day here on Kauai we found sunshine greeting us this morning.  The boats are back in the water now that the high surf warnings are over.  It is another beautiful day in paradise.  The bad weather stopped us from taking a few of our planned excursions, but we decided to squeeze one in this morning before packing up for home.
   Kauai is home to three National Tropical Botanical Gardens.  Two of them are just down the road from us - The Allerton gardens and the McBryde garden.  These tropical gardens exist to preserve, research and provide education about the huge diversity of tropical plant life.  Over 90% of the plant and animal species exist in the tropics.  Year by year some of the species are vanishing.  The research facilities at the gardens explore ways to use the plants, how to propagate them so they will continue to exist and to provide habitats to maintain their growth.

  The Allerton Gardens are in a valley along the Lawa'i stream.  This area was originally owned by a Hawaiian Queen who brought in many plants and began the cultivation of the gardens.  Later the property was a sugar plantation.  The Allerton family bought the property and built a beautiful plantation house on a picturesque beach.  We learned on the tour that sunset tours of the house with access to the private beach and an alfresco meal of Hawaiian appetizers is offered several nights a week.  I am going to look into this for our next visit.  The tour took us down the cliffs into the valley where we walked paths along a huge variety of palms, fruit trees and shrubs and flowering plants.  Some of the plants are native to Hawaii, others came on the canoes that first visited the islands, still others arrived with Captain Cook and his explorations.  It was a fascinating and beautiful tour.  
     Our flight home does not leave until 11 pm.  We booked the room until tomorrow so that we could nap and shower before our long flight home.  The day is warm and breezy.  It will be hard to put shoes on to go home after a week of flipflops.  But it is almost spring in Minnesota.  Heading home.

Lazy Beach Day

    Ah, sunshine.  It was wonderful to wake up to singing birds instead of strong wind and rain.  The governor of Hawaii has declared Kauai a disaster area due to the storms.  Schools are closed, roads impassable and bridges washed out.  Most of the worst problems are on the opposite end of the island where they got the most rain.  Down here on the south end we can see a lot of standing water, but most houses are built up off the ground.  We were pretty amazed at how few trees were down.  Obviously the tropical trees are flexible and able to bend well with the strong winds. I am glad to see the sun!
  We had a nice slow breakfast today with some of my favorite Kona coffee, and then went out to the beach along with most of the rest of the residents of the resort.  We spent the whole morning relaxing in the sunshine, watching surfers, whales, little kids, and big waves.  There is a "brown water alert" for most of the beaches on the east and north sides.  Huge mud flows and some sewage spills.  The water here still looks clear and the whales seem happy.  My knee is weary from walking the beach - the sand is deep and the beach is at quite an angle.  But worth every minute of feeling the warm sand between my toes and the waves breaking around my legs.

     The grounds keepers were very busy this morning picking up debris from the storm. Huge palm branches are littering the lawn.  Every building here is surrounded by flowering shrubs.  It is so pretty.   Every day the workers trim, rake and tidy up the landscape so it looks like we are living at Disney World.  There is an orchid garden on the resort grounds along with a series of koi ponds.  After a day of rain and now hot sun the area was wonderfully fragrant.  The birds seem to love it too and I am discovering a lot of new varieties of familiar Minnesota birds - for example a grey and white bird with a red head that is a cardinal.  I love my Ibird app on my phone that helps me identify the unusual birds.  And NO this is not because I am an old lady, I have been bird watching since I was a kid.

     After some souvenir shopping we had a lazy afternoon full of reading, beach, sunshine and naps.  My very best kind of day.  Dinner tonight was at a fancy Tapas bar.  We enjoyed dinners of tapas with Arik and Jennifer in Barcelona, Spain.  One of my best memories of our family cruise.   This Hawaiian version of tapas was fancier with Asian/French "Fusion" dishes.  A little pretentious, but still delicious.  After dinner we found a little space for some ice cream.  I am sooo full.