Once again, we got an early start and our drive through South and North Carolina and even the southern half of Virginia (below Richmond) was much like the day before with only light to moderate traffic and virtually no slowdowns.
However, there were some of Debbie’s subjects, decaying buildings
and some pretty incredible fall color.
Not surprisingly, there was evidence this was Second Amendment territory
as well as early signs that the “Jolly Red Elf” visit was not far in the future.
While refueling in Ashland, VA it occurred to us that unless we ran into any major traffic delays we could make the remaining 280 miles by around 5:00 – 5:30.
But, predictably nearly Lorton and on until crossing the Potomac, construction,
an occasional accident
and a seemingly endless number of vehicles
kept our speeds to a crawl for close to an hour.
Leaving the DC area, we again made good progress until reaching Philadelphia with its, now after-dark, rush hour traffic.
Still, after ten hours on the road, we rolled into our driveway around 6:30 PM.
Hoping to be headed back to Sarasota sometime between Christmas and New Years.
Yesterday we walked with the group, finished the paperwork surrounding our Elite Site and undertook a number of housekeeping chores. This evening we had dinner at Sandy (my cousin) and Jeff Fitts’.
This morning our final packing of our car for the nearly 1,200 mile trip home … without our motorhome!
Our plan was for a three-day two-night trip back to Pennsylvania. Despite an early start, putting us in the midst of rush hour traffic while driving just east of Tampa, we did not encounter any slowdowns and by noon were already in Georgia. As Debbie always packs our lunches during road trips, whether in our motorhome or in the car, we made a brief stop in the Georgia Welcome Center and were then back on the road.
Having made this trip in both directions so many times, there were not many new or overly interesting things of interest for my shutterbug wife to point her camera at … other than …
Around 5:00 PM, nine hours and nearly six hundred miles later, we pulled in to a Hampton Inn in Florence, South Carolina
We grabbed a dinner at a local Cracker Barrel just down the street and then turned in early, although not feeling nearly as exhausted as we often do after the 360 mile trip to visit our daughter and family in New Hampshire.
Although now a weekday, we were a little surprised and pleased at the light to moderate traffic, while still seeing a many semi’s making their way south.
However, soon after getting underway, we noticed that northbound I-95 was completely blocked off and all vehicles … several miles of them … were being routed off an exit ramp to rejoin the highway somewhere north.
Breaking the monotony were
I guess this is for girls only
First paddle board we’ve ever seen strapped to the back of a motorhome
Misplaced lighthouse (we’ve photographed in the past) in the middle of a shopping plaza
More than twenty miles of construction with “Jersey Barriers” lining both sides of the road, some not giving a drive, particularly of a larger vehicle, much leeway.
Then we finally reached
Where in just a short 30 miles
Reaching Pecan RV Resort where we normally stay the night before getting to Sarasota, we discovered they had again jacked their rates significantly … and certainly not justified when compared with other campgrounds which offer comparable amenities.
Our drive, while the longest on the trip, from Ashland to our next stop in Dillon just over the South Carolina border, we really enjoyable and as it was a Sunday, absent any heavy traffic. That said, however, we did notice more semis, both on the road and in rest areas than we recall from other weekend trips through the same area.
We had only 61 miles in Virginia
Can’t count the times we passed Paul and Babe
Flags at the North Carolina Welcome Centers were at half-staff in honor of former General, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs and Secretary of State Colin Powell
Our first view of unpicked cotton,mMore
and more fall foliage.
Then a Sheetz tanker truck which no one could miss.
It has always fascinated us that when reaching the so-called “Bible-belt of the South there appear to be more “adult” establishments advertised along major arteries.
And, as one would suspect, the political divide is on full display the further south you drive.
1966 Dodge Dart on a trailer
We made good time and our South Carolina stop by early afternoon
After getting settled I wandered down to the campground’s lake where the sun’s rays were painting the tops of the trees a golden yellow.
Noticing a narrow bridge at the end of the lake I continued my walk across and then over a 10-foot berm and discovered
the Dillon County Municipal Airport … although it looks like it only handles smaller, private aircraft. And, at its far end it abuts yet another Cotton field.
After having lost our local RV storage area for the third time in six years (this area of eastern PA is literally a large RV storage desert), we decided to upgrade our winter home site in Sarasota and move the coach there on a permanent basis.
With Debbie a bit burned out where cross-country trips are concerned we’re going to try to limit our travels for the next year or so to regional jaunts in the Northeast. If future long-distance trips are planned we’ll simply drive to Florida, pick-up the coach and take off from there.
Although the newly-improved site, where we’ve spent the past six winters, will costs us somewhat more than we otherwise pay for storage, we can now avoid the annual winterizations and dewinterizations, PA vehicle inspections and some other minor expenses.
In an attempt to beat this year’s cold weather, we packed up the coach with the few clothes and food supplies we’d need for the short trip and got on the road early Friday morning. The traffic was surprisingly light through Philly and around Wilmington, Baltimore and even Washington DC … and the foliage colors were pretty amazing in a number of locations.
Debbie was also able to get an occasional shot of some of her favorite subjects.
However, about ten miles south of the Potomac the traffic congestion became a predictable nightmare. And, while there were a couple of construction areas, two minor accidents, rubbernecking and people simply not knowing how to drive and maintain constant speeds appeared to be the main problems.
Thanks to our early start, we were able to reach our regular Ashland campground by a little after 3:00 PM.
While we didn’t leave Zanesville earlier than we normally leave for a day’s travel, in the back of my mind I was thinking about breaking all of our normal rules about mileage and driving the nearly 450 miles to get home today.
Mist rising above the campground’s lake.
The first mile or so after leaving the campground was narrow
but quickly we were on Interstates.
However, the same weather which crated the morning mist over the campground lake also produced wide areas of low clouds which settled in between the rolling hills of eastern Ohio.
We were passed by a line of electrical workers, possibly headed for the Mid-Atlantic States to help in restoring power in the aftermath of Hurricane Ida
followed by the first load of hay we’ve seen on this trip.
Then more fog …
As today is the beginning of the Labor Day weekend, we were not surprised to see a number of state and local police and sheriff cars out in force.
Then a quick, just 20-odd miles of I-70 through
and on into
where we saw not only more farms
but also more
and one semi driver who was probably wishing he was home.
There was another
which seemed out of place and a Model-T with a bike rack … a first for us.
Over the next 40 miles we passed through the four tunnels on the turnpike
the last of which brought us back into the sunlight overlooking a wide valley.
As we got within the last fifty miles the effects of Ida became clear along the edge of the highway.
Amazingly, we pulled into Shady Brook almost exactly eight hours after leaving Zanesville. An hour or so to unload the motorhome and put things away and we were ready for wine with Brian and Gilles on their patio.
No sooner than we got on the road, we ran into our first “Road Work”.
Fortunately, we had mapped out a short route over secondary roads to get to I-70.
Surprise … the entrance ramp was closed … more “Road Work”!
So, more overland roads … with the reward of more interesting things to look at.
We’ve passed a number of cemeteries in the Mid-west in which the overwhelming number of tombstones had been decorated with flowers.
We finally picked up I-70 at the same exit we’d exited it five days ago. Just before leaving Indiana, there were some extensive solar farms … land owners having discovered profitable revenues can be earned without the difficult and unrelenting work necessary for many family farms.
We’d be hard pressed to be working under any vehicle while just feet away cars and semis were sailing by at speeds in excess of 70 MPH.
Then, evidence we were making eastward process …
Almost immediately, we found ourselves following a “wide load”
although we had no idea what we were looking at.
Meanwhile, Debbie spotted another community water tower.
We discovered that Clark County in west central Ohio was the birthplace of 4H Clubs.
Sometime, at a distance it is challenging to interpret what you are seeing.
However, as you get closer, everything becomes crystal clear.
Yet, when someone is being “visited” by multiple police cruisers, you can be pretty sure the driver is not have a good day …
as are those passengers being given a free ride in a correctional bus.
As what I am increasing convinced as a sciatica nerve problem, sitting for an extended period of time can get very uncomfortable, we took advantage of a number of the rest stops. In one we pulled in next to a 1928 Ford Model-T in absolutely “mint’ condition.
Then, glancing across the westbound lanes we spotted an answer to our question of what was the wide load we’d followed for more than 40 miles
a prefab swimming pool.
More water towers,
high tension towers,
and two very difference churches.
As we drive further east, the more rolling hills became evident.
Yet, there was no question we were still in RED country.
Having planned the 600-plus mile trip home in nearly equal 3-day segments, we arrived in our campground in Zanesville, OH before 3:00. Our site looks out on acres and acres of soy fields.
A walk around the park again let us know that fall was not far away.
I’d meant to mention that while still in Anderson, IN, we received a call letting us know that the owner of the place we store our motorhome in Pennsylvania needs to have all of the RV out by the end of September. While I did remind them I had paid through the end of October, it created a huge problem and for the third time in six years we had to scramble to find a storage location. Where we live is, unfortunately, a desert when it comes to RV service and storage (particularly for those 30-feeet and longer) facilities.
The solution, while not the best involves taking the motorhome to the Sarasota area and storing it there .. driving home in the car … where it will be waiting for us when we head south at the end of the year.
There are, however, a few benefits … no need to winterize and de winterize our coach, the very real possibility of registering it in Florida as opposed to Pennsylvania and insuring it in Florida … all of which can save hundreds of dollars. The downside … not being able to check on it regularly and if there is a tropical storm or hurricane which hits the Sarasota area, who knows?
We woke this morning to temperatures in the mid 50s, a full 20 degrees cooler than at any time over the past week.
Having made the decision to head home, we could have started today … but postponed our departure for another day to let the all of the rains and potentially heavy winds exit the Ohio-Pennsylvania corridor along which we’d be driving over the next few days.
The highlight of our day, if you can call it that, was a walk along the woodland hiking trail which borders the campground. Off to our left was a river we didn’t know existed … and at one point we could cross.
There were some interesting wild flowers
and vegetation which had rooted itself in a decaying log.
Emerging from the woods we were able to look over the lake toward the area where we were parked.
Having made the decision to head home starting the day after tomorrow, we decided to take a day trip to Angola, IN and Trine University, one of the top two or three colleges on Taylor’s short list, and which we’d planned to see anyway. This also gave us a chance to visit with some friends from our “winter home” at Sun N Fun in Sarasota who live in Fort Wayne.
Much of the drive heading north on I-69 was through more farm country.
Debbie also became fascinated with the variety of high tension wire towers which paralleled and crossed the highway
and spotted some community water towers.
“Old Glory” was also omnipresent in fields and businesses.
As in other farming areas in many parts of the country, hunting blinds near the edges of the fields are increasingly common.
a small college town of 8,612 (2010 census) most notable for its Steuben County Monument in the city center’s roundabout which pays homage to the 1,278 soldiers who fought in the Civil War, and honors the 240 who never returned.
The figure at the top is Columbia, who represents peace. She weighs approximately 1,000 pounds and is 18 feet tall, from the base to the top of her flag pole. The entire monument weighs about 300,000 pounds. The monument is 70 feet tall and its base measures 19 feet 6 inches.
However, our main interest was to visit
Trine was founded in 1884 as Tri-State Normal College and retained the reference to the “tri-state” area for more than 120 years because of its location in Indiana and proximity to Michigan and Ohio. In 2008, the school’s name was changed to the Trine University, in honor of Alumnus Ralph Trine and his wife Sheri.
The 450 acre main campus with an enrollment of 4,646 students has a very intimate feel. With an emphasis on engineering (important for Taylor), the school has made more than $176 million in improvements since 2000.
Equally important to Taylor is its synchronized skating program; where she had an opportunity to skate with some of the team during her campus visit earlier this year.
Heading back to Anderson took us through Fort Wayne and gave a chance to spend some time with Phyllis and Jim Clark, friends we see in the winter in Florida.
As Jim had spent his career with the telephone company, he had seem many unique phones in his life, one of which is operational and mounted in his workshop.
He related a story about showing it to one of his grandchildren who couldn’t figure out how to use it … poking his fingers in the “holes” hoping it would have the same effect as dialing a cell phone, having no idea it had to be dialed!
Interesting, although in Mike Pence country, we only saw a single 2020 presidential campaign sign.