It's a Long Road Home, But It's Worth The Trip

Whooohoooo!!!  Sooooo, Friday, the cleanout guys were all done and left the house with lots of stuff still on the walls (pictures no one wanted), in the attic, shed and basement (with our blessing) and clean swept the house.  The investor came over on Thursday, viewed the home and determined that he would be making an offer on Friday.  The neighbor's friend, Dave, the flooring guy, came over Thursday, as well and asked to think about it overnight.  They (his long-time girlfriend and he) spent over 2 hours in the house,asking questions, surveying the property and determining what they might like to do with each room. We felt sure they wanted to make an offer, but truthfully, we were a little hesitant to sell to them, as there was a LOT of work needing done, and we weren't sure they would be able to manage the job and work full time and still maintain a good relationship with each other.  Plus, he preferred to get a mortgage, whereas we preferred to have a cash sale, as that's a whole lot quicker and doesn't need an inspection.  Well, they couldn't make up their mind, so they called Thursday night and wanted to know how much time they could take to decide.  I wanted to get the ball rolling, so I told them only till 10 am Friday morning, because I needed to get back to the investor and get contracts signed prior to Charlie (brother) going away for the following week. They finally texted me Friday morning, thanking me for being patient, but declining to make an offer. Whew, that was actually a relief. My feelings on the matter were, if it was that difficult to make such a commitment, then, by gosh, don't make the commitment.  This is NOT the right house for you!  We have always known, immediately upon arrival, when it was "our" house.  Every.single.time.  So, I've been rambling...Friday night, we accepted the offer from the investor, and Charlie was able to get, sign and return the documents via email before he left on Saturday.  You know what that meant, right???? We had some free time Saturday, as yo know we spent that doing laundry and going geocaching.  We also pre-packed up the car, with whatever we could...you know, all the extra cleaning supplies, the extra shoes, doggie food, nice clothes.  Good thing, too, because when we woke Sunday morning, it was raining! Not quite cats and dogs, but still, who wants to pack wet stuff into the car?  As we approached Delaware, the rain got heavier, as did the traffic.  We decided we would go down around Baltimore,  instead of west, across the state and back through the Amish Country.  I figured the quilt shops weren't going to be open Sunday anyway, so really no need to go that way.  Plus, our car was stuffed to the gills!  We had picked up a photo album (our WEDDING album!), some photos for Charlie & Nina (ssssshhhhh, don't tell them, Charlie will be PO'd, so I'm going to send them straight to Nina only!), a little candy dish, a soapstone walrus (don't know why he spoke to me so, but he did), a huge box of heavy duty paper rags, a smaller box of what could only be called hiney-wipes, but they were unopened and dry as a bone (good for handling the gas pumps along the way), a big box of pennies, and some more food.  This all on top of what we had brought up there, so, yeah, we were full up, with no room for fabric.  

We saw this truck and immediately thought of Barbara & Charles.

And, back over the Susquehanna River, down at the other end.

And just so I would feel right at home and freaked out, there's a set of overpasses to traverse.  Thankfully, we are on the bottom road!  I believe we were actually in Maryland at this point, though I have no picture to prove it.

And before long, we could see to West Virgina.

And got picture proof!

And the, before we could blink, we were back in Virginia, taking pictures of the cute apple bushel watertower.

Not too long after that, we ran up on a convoy.. I know you remember CW McCall...

In case you can't play that embedded video, just give a little clicky right HERE.  LOL, now it's stuck in your ear, isn't it?!  I know it is mine...

This was a convoy of brand spankin' new Ford trucks pulling what we thought were horse trailers...but, they're not.  They are HazMat Decon trailers (whatever the heck that means!  I know what HazMat is, but I always thought Decon was bug spray.)  Maybe decontamination units??

We spent the night in Abingdon, VA, and set out early the Monday morning, headed west.  Before long, we're on state number four!  Welcome to Tennessee.

See that photo below?  See that green billboard, just right of center?  Well, between that billboard, and the church spire, just to the left of it, you'll see a golden dome.  THAT is how we know we are halfway through Knoxville.  That is the Sunsphere, a tower built specifically for the 1982 World's Fair.  When we first started coming down this way, we could plainly see the entire tower and dome.  Over the years, it has become less and less visible to passersby on the Interstate.

And again,we crossed over The Tennessee River.

So, here's a cool place.  We were originally going to stop here overnight, with the camper, as this is a Harvest Host spot, but, well, you all know what happened to THAT plan.  It was abandoned when we abandoned the camper in Dallas.  We, just so happened, we came back by here, and there are plenty of hotels to choose from in Jackson, TN, so we decided we would come here first, taste a bit o'shine, then go find a spot to stay the night.  What a FUN visit it was!  Didn't say free, now, did I.

As we approached the tasting room, we were presented this lovely warning about potential injury or death of a participant.  Hmmmm,is this somewhere we should be going?  Heck yeah!  Onward we went!

The porch was so inviting and rustic.

But, step inside, oh my, oh MY.  This is Sandy, behind the bar.

A small, VERY small, sampling.

As you turned back around, to view the door, take note of Pappy's old, original still, up over the door.  Note the different woods used, too.  The dark is walnut, and the lighter posts supporting the header are ginko.  EVERY BOARD was planed and hewn from trees grown ON THE PROPERTY.  And EVERY BOARD was hand planed and hewn by Samuel T Bryant (the son) and Samuel P (Pete) Bryant (the father) themSELVES.  BY HAND, people, by HAND.  The son was educated as a chemical engineer, but when he got tired of that, he pivoted to being an arborist.  And eventually, he had too many medical issues to continue with that passion, so he started making moonshine, using his Pappy's still and recipes.  They've only been at it 6 years, and this beautiful event space has only been open for the last 3. And in their spare time, they own and operate a fine dining establishment downtown (nope, we went to back to the hotel and finished up our leftover fried chicken.)

This the Samuel P and his lovely bride of 51 years.  They had been out trimming trees when we drove up, but they came inside to meet us and visit with Bailey. They met when he went to purchase a German Shepherd puppy from a friend of hers who had a litter for sale.  They met and went on a date, and the rest, as they say, is history.  Sam, the son, had retired to the back office shortly after meeting and greeting us, but this couple was just as gracious as our days have been long.  They were welcoming and invited us over and over to come on back.  They told us not to worry about whether or not they were open, just come on in and park.  And bring our friends.  They were sooo sweet.  But, what about the shine??

Oh, it was good.  We got to taste Sea Salt Caramel, Coconut, Strawberry, Blueberry, Peach, and plain Tennessee.  We bought the blueberry and I will be making cheesecake with it when we get settled for more than a day at a time.  Get ready Charles, you're my quality control!  The quonset hut in the back there is where the bottles are boxed up and packaged for retail.  We couldn't take a tour, as it was too late (not sure we would have spent the $20 to do so), but we got the samples all for free.  They sure did warm me up!

Tuesday morning dawned bright and early, and once again, we were on the road by 8 am.  We didn't go far when we found another fun truck to follow.  Terry made sure to keep us on track though, even though Barb was encouraging us with a vigorous, Yes! Yes! Yes!  Terry shut her down quickly, with a bigger NOOOOOO!  I can't wait till we can start square dancing again and see all these good people!

And on the way through Little Rock, Arkansas, we saw the CarVana tower. I think I'll start looking for unicorns now. Seriously,is this the way of the future? Would YOU buy a used car, sight unseen, not test driven, or anything? We wouldn't. Gotta pass the smell test, for me, if nothing else.

Of course, there are some more high overpasses to deal with....

This is the Mississippi River, which splits Memphis, TN from West Memphis, AR.  We sure don't want to be stuck in West Memphis again, remember, that's where we lost our tow dolly tire and fender.  And, NO, they have certainly NOT made any restitution nor reparations for any of that debacle.

But before we could get to Arkansas, we had to cross the bridge....which brings me to today's interesting load.  It was an oversized one again.  Took up both lanes behind us.  No idea what was under that cover.  But it was monstrous!

And here's a different oversized load - this was a brand new Army Armored Personnel Carrier of sorts.

And here we are arriving in West Memphis.  Keep driving Honey, keep driving!

What have we here?  Oversized load number THREE!

An engine of sorts.  For something big, that's all I know!

And this is what a load of axels and drive shafts looks like.  How do I know that?  Because we saw OURS, just last week!

And, before we knew it, we were entering Texarkana, a city split by State Line Avenue.  Northbound lanes are in Arkansas, Southbound lanes are in Texas.

We spent the night at Wyndham Garden, one of the nicest hotels yet (not the Brinson nice, but nice enough), and one of the least expensive, too.  Once we checked in, we had a bit of time before dinner, so we took Bailey down to the doggie park and walked around a little.  Well, WE walked.  She shuffled and snuffled, and when she saw we had wandered away, she came a-running!  After that, we found an easy geocache then went on to Whataburger.  We knew it would be our last Whataburger for some time, so we were really looking forward to savoring thick, juicy burgers.  And one of us even sprang for jalapenos!  Boy, talk about disappointed.  The burgers were dry and not that tasty, and not a single jalapeno slice anywhere!  

Once again, we rose early, and got on the road around 8 am.  Easy to do when you don't linger over coffee and breakfast!  Thanks, COVID, that's ONE good thing to come out of all this!  When we saw the high overpasses below, we knew we were approaching Dallas.  And, just like a horse headed for the barn, we picked up just a bit of speed.

As we went through Rockwall,  I took note of their watertower, and wondered why they had a sailboat.  We are inland, you know...

Aaaahhh....it's Lake Ray Hubbard, a reservoir for the vicinity.  It's one of the largest lakes in north Texas and spans 22,000 acres.

After a short stop at the local Kroger ('cuz there are no HEBs in Dallas!!) store to stock back up on all the fruits and veggies we'll need for the next few days, remember, we gave all that stuff away before we left, and we arrived back at Premier Truck South, where our camper was patiently waiting.  And, it was plugged in, which meant, in all likelihood, that our frozen foods were just fine, and it WAS COOL INSIDE.  Oh yeah, baby, it was dark and cool.  

Yes, it's a bit messy - that's our bicycle rack under the Mexican blanket on the sofa, and yes, that's our emergency box on top of it, but, hey, it's cool, and it's HOME!  The mechanics were supposed to sanitize it when they were through, and I think they did.  At the very least, they have sprayed new-car-smell inside, and it smells clean!  The driver's seat even still has its plastic slipcover!  Oh boy, does it look GOOD.  Never mind the mess!  It got worse before it got better.  All that stuff we had crammed in the car, plus all the new groceries, plus the stuff from Dad's house, PLUS the big wheeled cooler we purchased still has to fit in here somehow.  And somehow, we made it all work.  A few phone calls later, and a doggie walk, and now it's time to go see what's for dinner.  I can't wait to get back on the road, in the direction I want to head, and start cooking our own food, serving on our own dishes,  taking showers in our own bathroom, and sleeping in our own bed.  And having our own washer and dryer, at my convenience.  Perhaps I'm a bit spoiled, but that's the way I like it!

We have reservations for somewhere in Louisiana tomorrow...and it promises to be a long day, 400 miles or so.  Safe travels to you all!  Stay well and we'll see you again in a few days with another tale from the road!

 

All's well that ends well, but, unfortunately, it's not yet ended!

So, y'all may recall (or maybe not, if you're a new reader), my dad passed away on Dec 4, after a brief spell of lung and heart issues.  My brother, Charlie, flew out to Pennsylvania, gathered up everything that looked important, including his computer (!), his wallet and keys, and flew back to Arizona.  He submitted a change of address so that he would be able to keep up with the mail and bills, and maybe begin to unravel the financial spaghetti noodles.  We opened Probate and filed all the right paperwork (including getting special notarizations and stamps back around the beginning of February, and the paperwork all made its way to the Registrar of Wills before the end of February.  And then COVID hit.  And our paperwork was finally found on someone's desk, but the clerk told Charlie that he couldn't finish processing it, and the person that could is already gone, and HE was leaving in 10 minutes.  And then the doors closed and locked, and that paperwork all stayed there till JUNE.  JUNE!  Just in case you don't know this, there are deadlines one must meet in order to avoid fines and penalties.  Deadlines, people, deadlines.  And I don't believe they are excused because you don't have your paperwork, even if you don't have your paperwork because there's a frickin' global pandemic and the courts closed with all your paperwork sitting on some clerk's desk!  OK, so, rant over....where exactly does that leave us?  Well, once the paperwork was finally approved, Charlie could begin contacting all the financial people that were holding assets for my dad.  (he could legally begin paying all the bills, too, instead of us having to front all the money and hope for reimbursement!)  And he had two people contact him about purchasing the house, believe it or not Ripley!  TWO!  Well, one was a flipper, so I'm not really sure he even counts, 'cuz I know he's gonna lowball us right down into a ditch.  Heck, unless he has better principles than most flippers we know, he's going to want US to pay HIM to take the house off our hands.  Well, THAT ain't gonna happen.  Nor will we finance it for him, as they so often request.  Sooo, the other dude sounds really promising.  He has friends in the area, and he has been looking for a house in this neighborhood for several months.  He's also really handy, so he says, and he is looking for affordable and a fixer-upper.  Well, have we got one for him!  And it's just him and his girlfriend, no kids, so the size is just perfect.  We put out an Ugly Hedgehog ad for free dark room and other photography equipment (Charlie couldn't even find a place to accept a donation), and got a taker. Then I put out a Craigslist ad for any or all of the stained glass supplies and tools, and I found a sweet lady that has an aunt interested.  I believe she's going to take it all, for the paltry sum of $350, sight unseen.  Charlie said it was well over $1000 worth, but he didn't have time or money to pack and ship it, so it'll be a blessing to someone else.  Now we just had to get there to get things moving, right?  

First order of business was to chat with our Volunteer Coordinator.  Luckily for us, she was amenable and understanding, and willing to let us out of our contract.  Yeah, I was sweating that.  But, THANKS Jennifer!!!  That was a BIG load off my mind.  So we made arrangements to leave on Saturday, making campground reservations all the way to Coatesville, PA.  Yay, job well done.  And then it occurred to us that we were going to need assistance getting out that pretty gate without getting our car smashed.  You may recall, it started to close on us on the way in, and Driver had to scoot along to make sure we didn't get caught.  Well, going out promised to be even more difficult, as we would need to wait for a long, clear stretch, without oncoming traffic.  Jennifer reminded us that no one worked on Saturdays, so we really needed to leave on a Friday.  Ok, no biggie, we'll just hustle things up a little.  

We typically keep a neat and clean campsite, so it didn't take us long to pack everything up.  We gave the pool to Ben and the tomatoes and pepper planter to Cixto.  (how he gets it to his house is his problem!)  We loaded up the car and gave mail forwarding stickers to the staff, juuuust in case any of those financial institutions sent anything to us at Balcones. We will absolutely miss the gorgeous view and sunsets.  We were truly blessed with a spectacular sunset on our last night. 

Saturday morning dawned clear and cool, and we were able to safely exit the Refuge, with the help of Cixto.  Goodbye Hill Country!

So that I didn't have to rearrange all the campground reservations, we just decided to split up the first day's drive and we chose a Coast to Coast resort to stay in Friday night.  It was about 12 miles off the Interstate, but we figured we'd have plenty of time, breaking up the mileage like that.  Originally, we had almost 400 miles to go, this way, we'd have just over 100, then just over 300 the next day, and we'd be right on track.  This was the approach to the campground in Whitney, just north of Waco.  Love it!

Oops, this photo should have come first.  Every little town needs a hardware store, right Charles?  This is the main street of downtown Whitney, TX.  Wish we could have taken the car off the dolly and explored a little, but, not this time...

So, the next morning, Saturday, we go to pull out of the campsite, and we both heard an unusual grrrooooan coming from under the front hood.  We looked at each other and remarked on it, but we kept going.  I had programmed the GPS to get us to Texarkana, but when we got out to the main highway, yes, THE ONE WE HAD COME IN ON, that stupid woman insisted we turn RIGHT and go south.  Why, oh, WHY would we do that?  Well, Driver is wont to remind me that she knows how big we are, and she knows where we can and cannot go...while I reminded HIM, that we came in from the LEFT, on this VERY ROAD, and that was our desired direction of travel.  Well, often, I allow the GPS to override me, just because she knows how big we are and where we can and cannot go.  Even though every fiber of my being told me, we are traveling in the WRONG direction, and this made NO sense, No Sense, At All.  She finally signaled that we should turn left (which made me feel a bit better), but, geeze Louise, she turned us down onto a little Farm Road that wound among the cornfields and added about 30 miles to the journey.  And, eventually, dumped us out exactly 1 exit (and about 2 miles) from where we had originally gotten off the Interstate the night before.  But, hey, we got to see Lake Whitney out of the detour.  And we didn't have to pass, or be passed by, any combines or other oversized farm implements.  We did meet a tractor trailer coming at us, in a curve, but we had enough room to pass without either of us going off the road. 

At the end of our scenic tour of the lake and neighboring farms, we finally came to a stop sign at the Interstate 35 frontage road.  Now, we were traveling East, mind you, and we WANTED to travel NORTH, right?  Sooooooo, tell me please, how is it that "Turn Left and get on I35 South" makes any sense at all?  Perhaps that's how come we went around Lake Whitney and got to add 30 miles to our journey?  (remember, we only get 6 miles per gallon, so that 30 miles cost us about $15!) Anyway, I overrode this time, and instructed Driver to go under the Interstate and turn LEFT, onto I35North, as desired.  It was during that particular turn I noticed him really man-handling the steering wheel.  And instead of going onto the frontage road, and approaching the on-ramp to the interstate, he pulled off the road, and onto the shoulder, telling me he wanted to check something out, 'cuz the steering was a little off.  That was an understatement.  See where the tip of the screwdriver is pointing?  Just under it is a bead of pink fluid. That, friends, is power steering fluid.  Without which, power steering does not work.  Nor does Comfort Steer, which is how we compensate for wind gusts and which also keeps our wheels at zero turn when we stop and helps us back up, and lots of other tricky maneuvers.  So, definitely on the list of things you've gotta have...

The closest Freightliner service center appeared to be about 60 miles BACK, in Waco (I had wanted to go to Waco, but we decided with the car on the dolly, we'd just wait until Barbara & Charles could go with us, as we had originally planned, back in PC (pre-COVID) 2019.) and he was honest and told me right up front, he couldn't get a wrecker to us until Monday, and he wouldn't be able to look at our issue until Monday afternoon or Tuesday.  Besides, even if we could get a wrecker to tow us in there, he was not an Oasis facility and we wouldn't be able to stay in the coach, nor would the coach have access to electricity.  Sooooo, in order to avoid a panic situation, I called Freightliner 24/7 Customer Service.  The phone number is listed on the driver's window sticker, right under Newmar's number.  I don't generally like stickers, but that one gets to stay!  Forever.  First thing Todd wanted was the last 6 digits of our VIN.  I knew he was going to ask for that.  'Cuz it's impossible to read!  The sticker with the VIN is located on the inside wall, behind the driver's chair, in front of the slideout wall.  And is extra tiny print.  Not a snowball's chance I was going to be able to read that.  Thankfully, Driver had just printed a new insurance card, so we got that out, and I was able to provide the VIN from there.  Smart guy, and good lookin' too.  So Todd (Freightliner) engaged Diamond (Massey Towing Service) and Stephanie (Premium Trucking) and set us up to get towed from our location to Dallas, where Premium Trucking could let us stay onsite, with power, until Monday, when the RV side opened up again.  We had to unload the car from the dolly, and when we did, we found where the fluid had gone once it leaked.  Yuck.

We remembered that you need to reduce the tire pressure on the dolly tires to 10 psi if it was going to be towed any distance, so we did that.  Then we (yes, I'm using that term loosely, it's Driver, all Driver) tried to remove the Newmar mudflap.  Remember, when we first bought the coach, and it had to be towed, the tow driver didn't do that, and he tore our new mudflap to pieces?  They couldn't replace it with an identical one, so they upgraded it because we were pitching a fit to take possession and leave, or just leave.  Smart guys, figured a little upgrade would help make the sale.  Poor Driver, though, hot as it was, he was just dripping, quite literally, after this futile attempt to remove the mudflap.

After a short wait of about 90 minutes, Shane, from Massey Towing Service arrived on scene.

And Bailey sat like the princess she is, during this whole ordeal, just looking around, like, "what's all the fuss about?"

So, off we went, jacked up and hitched up.  Driver, Bailey and myself followed along in the (fully-loaded) car.  If you can't see the video embedded below, just give a little clicky-doodle right HERE to see it directly from YouTube.

We didn't get too awfully far, when we saw that the tow dolly was just shimmying from side to side and bouncing up and down like a crazy woman!  I wanted to call Shane right away, but Driver stopped me dead with, "do you REALLY want him to answer the phone and talk while he's driving your house down the road at 70 mph??"  I thought about it for maybe 2 seconds and told Driver if Shane didn't slow down, we were gonna pop those tires and loose the dolly altogether, so what choice did I really have?  I knew I couldn't drive across country, heck I can't drive more than 10 minutes without falling asleep at the wheel!  Well, the question was moot, anyway, because I called.  I got straight into Shane's voice mail, so I just hung up.  And then MY phone rang, and it was Shane, telling me that dolly was bouncing all around....  We all talked about what to do (I asked him to slow down, to reduce the shimmy and bounce; he did, but it didn't seem to help)...remember, we could tow the dolly on the car, but then we'd have to do something about the bikes that were on a rack fitted into the car's hitch receiver.  We thought MAYbe Shane would have something we could strap the bikes onto the dolly with, or MAYbe we could put the bikes in the camper somehow.  I dunno, but SOMEthing had to be done, and QUICKLY, or we were gonna lose the dolly.  We all pulled off at the next exit, and Shane was planning on pulling into a conveniently located Love's Travel Plaza.  That is, he was, until he missed the entrance, and had to turn down the street marked NO TRUCKS.  We all brainstormed, and the best we could come up with was to load the car back up on the dolly, leaving the bikes on the rack on the car, and we 3 would ride up in the tow truck cab with Shane. I tell you what, we were one long mutha.  :)  

Off we went!  This is the view from the sleeper cab of the Kenworth that pulled our collective butts 39 miles to Dallas.  Shane was really good, but there were definitely some hair-raising moments, when he had neither hand on the wheel, was looking at Dick, or was answering one of two phone calls or replying to a text he received.  You all know how I feel about those cement barriers in construction zones, well now Shane knows too.  Can you say, SQUEEEEEEEZY?  Yes, I held my breath, thinking that might help, I suppose.  Bailey scooted under the mattress bench, and try as I might, I could NOT reach her.

I did not have my Google maps up when we came across this intersection, so I didn't really know where we were going, and yes, just viewing this interchange brought me to tears.  A prayer of thanks was definitely on my lips when we came through it without having to go up high.

Here's Shane and Driver, teaming up to place the tow dolly in a parking place, out of the way of all traffic at the service center.  Of course, it had to be about 200 feet from where we were parked.  Uphill, natch.  Heat index was about 103 by now.

And here is the back end of our lovely home.  Since our water situation is so limited, and we don't have access to a hose or anything, it'll have to stay like this until we can get into service.  Hopefully, they will be able to wash it off and no damage will have been done.

And, here we sit.  This facility is about 10 acres, total, and every.bit.of.it.is.concrete!  Oh, except for one small grassy area that holds 2 trees and a shade canopy and picnic tables.  They call that the dog park.  It is in the far right corner of the lot.  You'll note, we are in the far LEFT corner of the lot.  And that concrete is too hot for my feet, so I'm sure not gonna make Bailey walk on it!  She rides in style, in my lap, in our fully-loaded car.  There are 52 bays in that facility!  I sure hope we get one of 'em tomorrow!

And what have we here?  That little tube thing is the drive shaft!  So we can't move an inch under our own power!  They had to do that to tow it properly.  And there's that infamous mudflap.  They'll have to reattach that, once they get all the fixin's complete.  Otherwise, it will get re-wrapped and put back up into the coach, to sit on the floor in front of the sofa for the next however many days.  So, here we sit, waiting patiently, sweltering, because the 50 amp plug outside won't allow us to run more than one A/C at a time.  Don't know why.  We run the generator some, during the hottest part of the day, and it will pull all 3 A/Cs, but we have to be careful of our fuel situation, 'cuz we haven't gotten to the service station yet!  We are right across from a TA truck stop, but, remember that drive shaft?  Yeah, we can't go anywhere until that gets back in, and even if it were in, we don't have any power steering fluid, and we have no power steering, soooooo...here we sit, waiting patiently until Monday.

Since we didn't have anything to do today, and nowhere to go, we Zoom danced this afternoon, for 3 hours!  Oh my, what fun that was!  Of course, we forgot most everything, but eventually, it came back and we did OK.  We had some really great callers, Jeremy Butler, Penny Green, Denise Carbonell, Dayle Something, Tom Miller and Bill Harrison, and one or two not-so-hot callers who shall remain nameless.  (because I'm not about shaming anyone, plus, I don't remember their names!) 

Our carefully planned out reservations have been changed and all our visitors have been rescheduled.  At this point, we don't know when we'll be moving again.  But I do know this...we were holding our tanks on Friday, so we only have about 2 more days, and we're gonna have an issue.  There are no dump or water facilities here.  And there's that pesky drive shaft....on the ground.  Oh well, it's yet another chapter in the Adventures of Dick Luck.

Y'all stay safe, keep well.  Fingers crossed for safe travels for us all!