Due to the our nature of wanting to take things sloooooowwww, our next trip was two days, one to Hershey, Pennsylvania and then to nearby Lancaster the next day. We are still trying to iron out some perceived problems, real or not, and get experience.
Driving was still a concern to me. In my mind, there is the width left over in the traffic lane on either side of the rv of one of my ten year tee shirts . However, with optimism that was unwarranted and eventually unrealized, I decided that the more direct route over the Conowingo Dam Bridge was doable. Part of this bridge is narrow, which is an understatement. I do mean NARROW. With trepidation, we approached the bridge and lo and behold, the narrow part of the bridge was void of traffic. I could make it across that part by riding the middle line without being pushed toward the edge. I stepped on the gas harder as there was a car in the distance just starting on the other end of the bridge, the wider part. Please understand that rvs are not rockets, even slow ones. Please understand that cars can be. Guess what, the car coming was an evil person who was attempting to break all land speed records. I hunched over the wheel and put the petal to the metal. The evil incarnate in the car, probably some Democrat, did the same. It was a race to the end of the narrow part of the bridge or wide part depending on your perspective. I was doing at least fifty-seven and one-half miles per hour and was not going to make it the wider part of the bridge before the other car, so I moved more toward the middle of lane - TOO MUCH. As if in a Batman, episode, I saw the word cloud in front of me that said, CRUNCH!! (I heard it too.)
Do you remember what your tummy felt like after eating too much candy as a kid? Yeah, that was the feeling and from the look on my wife's face, her's felt like it too. We got to a spot to stop about a minute later and inspected the damage. The side mirror had been pushed toward the side of the rv and had a big, black mark on it. I gingerly pushed the mirror back in place, expecting it to break. Other than the black mark, there was no damage. Well, maybe the guy wasn't a Democrat after all.
We visited the Hershey chocolate factory and took the tour. We declined to take the "make your own personalized five pound chocolate bar", which was the best for our health. We camped in Elizabethtown that night down in the valley of a campground without incident (I expected to see Burt Reynolds or hear banjos at any moment) and proceeded the next day to Lancaster.
Our favorite restaurant in Lancaster was closed because it only serves lunches. We did not know that as we had only been there at lunch time before. The restaurant is in Bird-in Hand. It is near Blue Ball and Intercourse, little towns in Pennsylvania. Okay...
We shopped a little, spent the night in a Lancaster campground, and did well for the most part. We had hot water without creating a radioactive cloud or pushing global warming over the edge. The awning was put out for the first time and we are still curious about some buttons on the rv. I guess they fall in the mysteries of life category.
I managed to break the end of the sewage hose, but was able to dump successfully the next morning.
We went home without incident. We did not have to return across the NARROW bridge with any rampaging, evil, accelerating, political entities in sight.
We are enjoying our rv experience, but there are downsides too with being overwhelmed by things we are anxious about. Stay tuned.....
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