Five hours of driving, 1 more to go. We had left Nittany Mtn Campground at 8:30am , an excellent starting time. After filling the gas tank (2 swipes of my AmEx card) we rumbled down I-80 heading west. Hilly two-lane interstate highways are not fun to navigate in a large vehicle, even on a Sunday morning. Lots of big rigs & slow moving cars that don’t want an RV in front of them, but don’t necessarily want to drive the speed limit either. It’s hard to pass them quickly so that you don’t end up blocking the faster traffic, but frustrating to be lumbering behind them, too.
We took two breaks along the way, & by 3pm I was getting tired. The kids were on the phone with Phil when I saw it – a Starbucks symbol on the upcoming exit sign! It was beautiful!!
It turned out to be part of a Popeyes & Quickie Mart station. I got my grande soy iced mocha & drank in the magic. Suddenly my headache began to ease, the tension in my shoulders relaxed, birds sang & I think I heard a harp off in the distance. Ahhh…
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Day 1: August 12, 2006
Well, we’re off!
Day 1 brought us to New Columbia, PA, in the Susquehanna Valley. It was approximately a 6 hour drive. It was supposed to be about 412 miles, but Gypsy (our Garmin GPS) has a cute sense of humor, & decided we needed to take a slightly round about journey during the last 5 miles. The campground, Nittany Mountain Campground, is on Miller Bottom Rd. however, despite programing the street number, Gypsy directed us to the far end of Miller Bottom, then had us drive these sweet little narrow windy roads back to the other end where the campground really can be found. I had to drop the RV into 2nd gear twice to climb the twistier hills, all the while the computer showing that I was now getting “ -- mpg”, which I think is somehow actually below zero,not fuel efficient by any definition!
I can’t connect to the internet today, so this will get posted whenever I can. Making it trickier for me, I managed to mangle the end of my left pinky finger 2 days ago, & it keeps opening up at inconvenient times, like while walking Buster, or hooking up the water & electric. And like a ninny, I keep thinking it’s fine, until I re-open the wound & start bleeding all over the leash or the cords or the hose. So now I’m trying to type with a wrapped up pinkie, & keep hitting erroneous keys because my pinkie hurts & I’m trying to use other fingers while qwerty typing (&, yes, typing that name made me use my poor purple pinkie).
It’s 5:30 now, the kids are getting hungry for supper. There’s a nice breeze blowing into the RV & there is this wonderful smell of burning wood, the very aromatic kind, surrounding us. I think it’s time to camp.
Day 1 brought us to New Columbia, PA, in the Susquehanna Valley. It was approximately a 6 hour drive. It was supposed to be about 412 miles, but Gypsy (our Garmin GPS) has a cute sense of humor, & decided we needed to take a slightly round about journey during the last 5 miles. The campground, Nittany Mountain Campground, is on Miller Bottom Rd. however, despite programing the street number, Gypsy directed us to the far end of Miller Bottom, then had us drive these sweet little narrow windy roads back to the other end where the campground really can be found. I had to drop the RV into 2nd gear twice to climb the twistier hills, all the while the computer showing that I was now getting “ -- mpg”, which I think is somehow actually below zero,not fuel efficient by any definition!
I can’t connect to the internet today, so this will get posted whenever I can. Making it trickier for me, I managed to mangle the end of my left pinky finger 2 days ago, & it keeps opening up at inconvenient times, like while walking Buster, or hooking up the water & electric. And like a ninny, I keep thinking it’s fine, until I re-open the wound & start bleeding all over the leash or the cords or the hose. So now I’m trying to type with a wrapped up pinkie, & keep hitting erroneous keys because my pinkie hurts & I’m trying to use other fingers while qwerty typing (&, yes, typing that name made me use my poor purple pinkie).
It’s 5:30 now, the kids are getting hungry for supper. There’s a nice breeze blowing into the RV & there is this wonderful smell of burning wood, the very aromatic kind, surrounding us. I think it’s time to camp.
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