Fortunately, everything improved in the afternoon. Even the road surface smoothed out. The fact that the fuel pump at Flying J would only deliver three gallons per minute for an 82 gallon fill-up was the next to the last difficulty. When we arrived at the campground, the site was unacceptable. There was some sort of an insert in the sewer fitting the precluded attaching my hose and it was so unlevel that I had three tires off the ground. So we moved, which was another hassle.
From there things got much better. We each had good showers and met Tom and Dagmar Loose for supper at a nice small place in Front Royal. It was a excellent meal, and very nice company. In the mid-sixties, while we were living on base at Elmendorf AFB in Alaska, Dagmar was our next door neighbor and frequent babysitter for Cindy and Mark. The picture below shows the four of us. It is not a great shot, because the flash didn't, but it shows the four of us over coffee at the end of a great meal.