Now the real driving begins; I’m on my way to visit my Aunt Helene, who lives with her daughter Patt (my cousin) and her husband Mike in South Carolina. They just moved there last year after a lifetime in the San Diego area. I have fond childhood memories of playing with my cousins when my family lived there, too.
So I was on I-476 and the I-95 and the first obstacle was Baltimore. I-95 and one other southbound artery both go through long tunnels under Baltimore harbor. No propane tanks allowed. So I forced the GPS to take me via the Francis Scott Key Bridge, the recommended alternate route for RVs and other "hazardous" vehicles. That went well and, as the afternoon wore on, I was surprised that traffic wasn’t more congested as I went on to Washington and started around the beltway on the west side. But my reverie ground to a halt at the southwest corner and traffic merely crawled for a long way south of DC.
I had hoped to make it to the southwest side of Richmond this Monday night, but I decided to pack it in for the day when I reached the northeast side. I had a little shopping to do and it was in the auto department of a Wal-Mart that I came face to face with a very large stack of deep-cycle marine/RV batteries. Was it an omen? I puzzled over it during dinner and let it percolate the night as I went to bed.
The Home Stretch
About Us
- Dean and Diane
- East Stroudsburg, PA
- So we bought a motorhome a few years ago, and we couldn’t have been luckier to have found one that served all our needs so perfectly. We’ve now put 40,000 miles on her since purchase at 13,000, but our travels had always been limited by a need to return home for work, family, and the other mundane requirements of life. But then Diane retired, the children are doing well on their own, the house is well cared for, and daughter Meredith has assumed care of Diane’s mother. We are free at last! And if we don’t do it now, when? Our motorhome has a name. It’s from the “D”s in our names and follows from “The Double D Ranch,” what we call our permanent place in Northeast Pennsylvania. We could have spelled it “Didi” or “DeeDee,” it just seemed simpler to spell it “DD.” We have a long history of giving names to every vehicle we have ever owned. I guess we should mention that the car we tow (our “toad”) is named Essie. She’s a Saturn SC-2. Get it? So, we’re a little goofy, but we are blessed with an enduring love, a powerful partnership, two wonderful children, two grandchildren, and six wheels under our feet. The adventure begins!
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