Coles Point, VA to Shady Rest RV Park and Georgetown, KY ...and Awww You Really Mean It

Good Wednesday morning Chroniclers! Is it hot? Is it steaming? Is it next to ya? Let’s go!

Monday & Tuesday were travel days, and we’re down to 5 rigs now. The Centurion and his bride had to get back to CA, so we’re wishing them safe travels back on their own.

We landed in Kentucky yesterday afternoon and I thought we had a few days here — but we don’t, so I’m taking a personal health day. Yeah, I know, one band, one sound, well I’m doing a bongo solo today. I’ll catch up with them at lunch.

The HB and I had tech issues that we needed to deal with. We decided that we could put off a sojourn to the mecca of Camping World no longer. We had to make the stop and told the band that we would catch up with them at the next stop. Because we’re a band, I figured that maybe Cmdr. & Mrs. McCroc might be our wingman for the maintenance stop, but Yoko Uno started a chant, “One band, one sound…one band, one sound…” Frankly, it was a bit disconcerting. The Crew’s Science Officer and the Professor decided not to break up the band. We all went to Camping World.

During our downtime parked behind Camping World, Big Sis couldn’t contain herself. She could feel the pull of Walmart and knew there was one close. Much to the chagrin of Big Bro, she and Mini Me slogged up I-75 north about 12 miles to Walmart so that they could get their shopping fix on. Cmdr McCroc & Dr Francois were sullen and pouting because they were left behind.

We were cognizant that Brig Bro, Big Sis and Mini Me were having genny issues and decided instead of a fifth night of boondocking, we would try to locate a park where they could plug in. We lucked upon Sonja Garten in Shady Springs, West Virginia. We called her at Shady Rest RV Park and she said, “I got you!” Sonja was born and raised in the El Cajon area and moved to West Virginia after she fell in love with her late husband and his home state.

I think she forgot to mention that there was a 2 1⁄2 mile one-lane street that we’d have to navigate on the way to her house. But she was on the front lawn when we drove up, welcoming us to her home, smiling and waving at us. Her son, John, directed us each to our spot for the night. They were incredibly hospitable and accommodating. Their property was very lush and picturesque. She hoped that we would stay another night and we promised on our next trip that we would plan on a few days in West Virginia.

On the way to Georgetown, KY, Cmdr. McCroc and I happened upon a WV Natural Resource Officer and a State Trooper in the gas station. We greeted both and shared our patches with them (we forgot to take a picture, but next time). They were both appreciative and congratulated us on making it all the way through to retirement. By coinky-dink, the Cmdr. and the Resource Officer were from the same county in Kentucky and lived in the next city. It was like they were separated at birth, I could hardly break them apart after that.

We had to make an emergency call to Jim & Goodie. TEN-33! (help!) We’re down to our last few patches and we don’t wanna run out. Of course, they came to our rescue, we’ll have a few more patches waiting for us in Atlanta. I had to promise Jim that I would come with him and cheer for his Padres in order to get them Priority mailed, he said otherwise he was going to send them Pony Express.

We’re going to stop by Buffalo Trace, Bourbon 30 and the Ark Experience today.

Drink ‘em if you got ‘em!

One band, one sound.

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