There were sights that you don't see touted in every travel brochure but well worth our time. The Old Stone Fort in Tennessee and the John C. Campbell Folk School in North Carolina were both fascinating. The waterfalls in Tennessee and Georgia were beautiful. We prefer parks to private campgrounds because they were usually chosen for reasons other than proximity to an interstate. The land may have been donated simply because the owner wanted to share its beauty. Or the motive may have been to preserve a piece of history, such as Old Stone Fort or the Cherokee lands in Georgia at Vogel State Park or, as our last stop, Lincoln's New Salem Village. There were the interesting small towns, such as Blue Ridge, Georgia, who have revitalized themselves as shopping and craft centers.
It occurred to me, looking over my blogs from this trip, that many readers, especially non-campers, might want to call me personally and yell "Are you crazy?" Maybe so. In a little over two weeks, we encountered paralyzing traffic jams, tornado warnings (not just watches), mechanical issues, and communication breakdowns--not to mention that we are both 75. So why do we do it? There's no easy answer to that question unless it would be yes, we are crazy. But for us, it does balance out. There's the people. We got to spend time with my equally crazy sister and her family and our blossoming granddaughter. We got to meet our granddaughter's boyfriend and hear about their exciting plans for their lives. And the casual acquaintances in the campgrounds--the woman, who after traveling the world in her career, wanted to see our own country and decided an RV was the best way to do it. She had sold her house and just begun full-timing. The couple who had camped for years within twenty miles of their home and were trying to get up the gumption to take off on much longer trips. The young couple who had just bought a small trailer with plans to go off-roading. The hosts who were always helpful. There were sights that you don't see touted in every travel brochure but well worth our time. The Old Stone Fort in Tennessee and the John C. Campbell Folk School in North Carolina were both fascinating. The waterfalls in Tennessee and Georgia were beautiful. We prefer parks to private campgrounds because they were usually chosen for reasons other than proximity to an interstate. The land may have been donated simply because the owner wanted to share its beauty. Or the motive may have been to preserve a piece of history, such as Old Stone Fort or the Cherokee lands in Georgia at Vogel State Park or, as our last stop, Lincoln's New Salem Village. There were the interesting small towns, such as Blue Ridge, Georgia, who have revitalized themselves as shopping and craft centers. And of course there's the scenery. We spent a lot of time in the mountains of Tennessee, north Georgia, and Alabama. We enjoyed the lowlands of Mississippi and the plains of Illinois. I am a sunset fanatic and those are easier to miss if you stay in a hotel. We like having the comforts of home with us and don't think its any more hassle to set up an RV than to haul luggage into a hotel and pack it back up and haul it out at the end of a stay. So call us crazy. We probably are, but don't bother us with that--we're busy making plans for the next trip.
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Tuesday morning, we got our slides in without a problem--it's only the outbound gears that aren't working--and left Lake Sardis before 9:00 am for our five state journey north. That's actually pretty easy to do from northwest Mississippi. Our route took us into SW Tennessee for a bypass around Memphis, through the northeast corner of Arkansas, the southeast corner of Missouri, and back across the Mississippi into southern Illinois--just missing the western tip of Kentucky at Cairo. Our destination was a KOA campground in Benton, Illinois just a short distance from the RV dealer who could fix the trailer on Wednesday. We arrived mid afternoon and as we expected, the large slide would not extend at all. We had moved the electronics, books, etc. into the bedroom before we left in the morning, pretty much taking up all of the narrow space around the bed. The campground was fine with lots of amenities, but mostly unusable: the pool was empty and we couldn't get to our TV to use the cable, for example. It was not the quietest place with an interstate immediately to the east, busy two-lane on the west and small airport to the south. When we checked in, the host told us that they were under a tornado watch until 8:00 pm--about five hours. The line of storms came through a couple of hours later but we escaped with just heavy rain. The "large hail" forecast did not materialize. The tornado siren went off and we headed to the office as instructed, but no trip to Oz this time. We found out later that tornadoes had touched down and done damage both north of us near Vandalia and in the next county south. We were lucky. To celebrate--and because we couldn't get to the refrigerator or kitchen in our camper--we went out to eat. The seafood place we went to was fine--not spectacular--and we were the only customers. The evening was spent reading and checking email in our 8 x 8 bedroom--kind of a post-apocalyptic feel for some reason. A shortage of outlets meant that the ones we had did double duty keeping everything charged. Oh, the hardships! Wednesday morning, we headed over to Larry's RV to drop the trailer. These guys were fantastic. They were done in less than two hours--just long enough for us to go have lunch. By 2:00 pm, we were back on the road. It is easy to forget how looooong Illinois is, and Benton is actually south of St. Louis. So, in order to avoid setting up in the dark, we broke our journey outside of Springfield at a great campground that is part of the Lincoln New Salem restoration. We were here once twelve years ago; this time we are the only campers besides the host. It was a delight to have the use of our living space again. Today, we expect to make it home, barring tornadoes and breakdowns. I'm not really ready for the journey to end, but it has been an eventful one. We left Tuscaloosa on Easter morning, headed northwest to Oak Grove Campground on Lake Sardis in northern Mississippi. Easter dinner was at a KFC. We hadn't eaten at one for about thirty years and are pretty sure we consumed a weeks worth of calories. And the cookies weren't even very big. But the roads were pretty good and this is another great campground with our site being right on the water. Everything was hunky-dory until I went to put the big slide out. Deja vu all over again from four weeks ago as it bumped and jerked its way out. We're pretty sure another gear box has bit the dust. Fast forward to this morning, after a nice supper of grilled salmon, broccoli, and coleslaw, a pretty sunset, and a good nights sleep in spite of wondering where we would spend our next night. The campground host also has an Open Range and recommended a dealer on the southside of Memphis--about 50 miles away. At 8:05 am, Butch got on the phone but of course all of their service people were busy with other 'guests' and they would call us right back. An hour later, he tried again and got a very helpful woman in the service department. After giving the make, model, year, problem, history, and the date of our smallpox vaccinations, she said she would see if they had parts and could do the work. Two hours later comes the verdict--they could not possibly do it this week. The next closest dealer on our route north is in Cape Girardeau, Missouri and they have five locations. Surely they would have the part. Same routine with make, model, etc. They could do the work, but alas, none of their locations have the part and it would take 7-10 days to get it. By this time it's noon and we are about to give up and try and make it home. The cute fellow pictured above appeared outside our window and I found another dealer in southern Illinois. The name is Larry's RV and I was picturing a small operation in someone's vacant lot, but lo and behold--they have a gear box and can do the work Wednesday morning! So we signed up for another night here, because we are fairly certain that once we get this slide closed, we may not be able to open it again. With that one closed, unlike the one that gave us trouble last trip, we have no access to the living area or kitchen--only the bathroom and bedroom. And of course we are not positive we can get it closed. But we will try in the morning and the host said he would help. Then about a six hour trip to Mulkeyville, Illinois (I didn't make that up), a night in a local campground, and hopefully our problem solved on Wednesday. When we get home, we will order a spare gearbox to take with us. We don't have to make the same mistake three times to learn our lesson. Meanwhile we will enjoy this spot. |
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