Thursday morning it was clear that the tow bar assembly had bitten the dust. As a result Durelle had to drive the Jeep! While I was waltzing with a consortium of tandem trailer rigs and moving up through the hills of western Virginia, I would look back and tagging along behind was the blue Jeep. This time it was not due to the efforts of the Blue Ox, but it was due to the stalwart efforts of Durelle. She drove 415 yesterday and 310 today...and she was only thrown one finger.
Last night we stayed in a new place; Fancy Gap KOA 8 miles north of the NC border on I-77. We were escorted to our site because it was unusual. After we got level with judicious use of jack pads, and I had hooked up power, water and cable, Durelle asked me to try the DirecTV.
It was a heavily wooded site, so I didn't figure we had a chance, but I gave it a try. After a few moments of listening to the scanning, we heard voices coming from the TV. I would not have bet a nickel, but I guess Durelle was rewarded for her yeoman efforts when our towbar failed.
We are all happy to be home, and so is Baxter. He sees the vet tomorrow morning.
2 comments:
Given the flooding, how was the last day's travel?
Glad you are safe and sound at home. You certainly took a scenic route thanks to Mother Nature.
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