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Judy and I spent Saturday night continuing our catchup. I don’t think we left any topic unturned, so, dear kiddies, know that you were all talked about with love and affection.
It was great having help breaking camp Sunday morning, and sad to see my dear friend on her way. After a few wrong turns, the girls and I got on the right track and headed south and east towards Gettysburg. The western PA turnpike has tunnels; we all turned our propane off before we started out and we went thru legal this time. The part of the PA turnpike near Pittsburgh is nasty, but eventually I could see our toll money at work when it opened up to three smooth lanes heading east. But, as usual, we encountered a detour and I veered off onto back country roads with names, not route numbers. Garmina decided to work this morning and I gave her a workout. She was the one who got us past the detour that Google maps seemed to ignore.
We all have been to Gettysburg Farms Thousand Trails campground, the most recent last fall when we all met up. Kathy joined us for this stay and
arrived a day before us, but, being a Saturday, the campground was very crowded and she ended up in a site without a sewer hookup. She scoped things out Sunday morning before our arrival and moved to a better location with lots of nice empty full hookup sites nearby. After the harrowing detour route, it was nice to be somewhere familiar. We all easily selected locations and set up camp.
Other camping friends that we have camped with over the years, Judy and Larry from Hershey, PA joined us for happy hour and we shared and laughed at all our silly stories. It was good to see them. Larry had his own St. Louis Arch story…..he’s a big guy…….to share.
Monday was indeed a day of rest; I took 2 naps. The best part was son Jeff and grandson Sutton, who live in nearby Harrisburg, came for dinner of shrimp cocktail and left over Dough Girls Pizza. Jeff brought firewood and s’more fixins' and we had a great campfire. His wood was nice and dry and there was no wind; all smoke went straight up. He helped me do a few chores in the RV that are too
difficult for me and it was good to have some time with him. Grandson Sutton, now 10 and a rising 5
th grader is very smart – always has a million questions to which it is hard to come up with good, correct answers sometimes. Telling him, “I don’t know” is not an option. Thank goodness for Google. He hears everything, too – nothing goes past him.
This campground really is a working farm. Besides the fields which are being plowed and planted as I write, there are horses and donkeys and adult goats and kid goats and pigs and chickens and alpaca and a llama and a peacock. The donkeys and peacock are noisiest and the bird starts his daily wake up call at 5:15. They let the baby goats wander around all afternoon and they sure are cute. The adult females appear to still be feeding them, but they gobbled the food that Sutton had bought for them. All Winston wants to do is smell them. I did get several good pictures. The girls went out to eat at a local diner, and Ginnie got the turkey and gravy she has been hankering for a long time.
A new old man moved in diagonally behind me yesterday, into a not so desirable site due to the wind direction and the dusty street. I was happy he moved in, cut the dust down on me. Neighboring campers helped him back in and set up. Very old. Old shoes, old jeans, fleece lined flannel that is as old as I am, hair not cut in 6 months or longer and I bet he had hair growing out his ears and 3 inch long eyebrows. He moved slowly. His trailer is old and moldy. Got the picture? He never unhooked his truck from the trailer last night; he decided 5:15 this morning was the perfect time to do it, with a hammer. He was up before the damn peacock started his morning wake up call! He hammered then was quiet, then hammered again, then was quiet. I gave up at 6:00 and was out walking Winston at 6:15. Remind me to have a concert on his picnic table at 10:00 tonight. Just downright rude. We all heard him, too; he woke everyone up. Even the birds.
Speaking of silly things seen around the campground. As I write this, an
older couple is driving around pulling their trailer seeking the perfect campsite. Their trailer has a flat tire. They have been around 3 times now. Ca-thunka, ca-thunka, ca-thunka. Just struck me as a silly thing. I wonder how long it's been flat??? Do they know it's flat? Why are they driving around on the rim??
Tuesday was Kim’s day to head home to Sea Bright, NJ. We took some last minute pictures of our National Park passport books, and she added her states to her US State map and we said our goodbyes until next time; we are meeting at Ginnies in NJ outside Philadelphia to see Neil Diamond in June. This will be a car trip for me, not an RV trip. Kim called Ginnie when she got home, safely, encountering another detour just outside the campground. Growl. Wonder what I will hit in the morning.
I am partially packed up in case the nextdoor camper decides he has to do something else at 5:15 tomorrow morning.
Winding down a great trip is tough. I have my last blog started. It should include, "The Best," The Worst," The Funniest," awards and some great selfies of us
all that I haven't posted yet. We'll see, I always have a tough time writing after I get home.
Kat out
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