Hitting the Road

Well, more like slowly rolling out...we didn't get underway until nearly 1 p.m., after some delays with filling the tires with the little air compressor and eating lunch while waiting in line for the dump station. Once we got on the highway, we ran into more delays at every turn. Our route took us through Scituate, RI--very slowly, since the annual Scituate Art Festival was underway. Evidently there's no adequate parking facilities and traffic control, so we sat in line for a crawling hour to get through this small town.

Our GPS unit ("Rosie") sent us on a couple of wild goose chases (at least partially our fault, since we've vowed before to go over the route together the night before). We did get to see some nice fall color along the way. All in all we didn't get to the Port Jervis Elks Lodge until after dark.

The bartender was a nice fellow. He turned on the back lights for us, to help us find our way to the pavilion where the electric hookups are. It was still inky black back in the field behind the lodge, and we had to walk the "path" with flashlights to find the way to drive back. Trees and bushes lined the grassy path on both sides, and as we drove through, Ken quipped "At least we'll have symmetrical scratches...." A year ago we wouldn't even have attempted this drive, but we could see some tire marks in the grass ahead of us, so we drove on. We spent some time trying to find a level spot, then used all our leveling boards to get some semblance of level.

The electric was 20 amp, so of course we blew a circuit when I forgot and turned on the microwave at the same time as the little electric heater. Fortunately Ken was able to find a breaker box and we were back in business. We had leftover meatloaf and baked potato with veggies and salad for dinner, then enjoyed the French Apple Tart Terri had sent home with us from the day before. All told, more of an adventure than we like to have in one day.