Our Airstream Classic

Our Airstream Classic
Waiting to leave for Alaska

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Post #13: Home at Last!

Yesterday we drove from Harrisburg, PA across the Delaware into New Jersey and Home.  All through the night Arctic winds blew around The Wild Thing while we slept snug inside.  Thanks goodness that Judy insisted on bringing a feather duvet for the bed when we flew to PHX in November.  The trailer was totally covered in ice and salt from our previous day through NC and VA's ice and snow.  I dreaded putting the trailer to bed without spraying off the mess.  Luckily as we headed East we saw a sign for "Truck Wash".  We pulled off the interstate in Nowhere, PA and drove through massive doors into a warehouse where trucks come for a little spa treatment.  A Sikh with minimal English guided us in and then pointed towards the office to pay.  When we returned the trailer and truck looked clean and sparkling as when we left Phoenix three weeks before.  We headed back on the Interstate and arrived Flemington, NJ two hours later.  

On arrival at the storage warehouse, the entry doors were way too narrow for my capabilities.  Russ who worked there offered and I gratefully accepted for him to back the trailer into the warehouse.  An experienced trucker, he had the trailer in the warehouse in less than 5 minutes.  Once in, our only difficulty was that the electric hitch jack was frozen so I had to hand crank it down.  Within an hour, we had unloaded all unessentials for next Spring and The Wild Thing was backed further into the storage unit for a long winter's nap.

After 4100+ miles and three weeks on the road its great to be home.  When we drove in, the chickens all had their wings raised welcoming us back.  We have had a true learning experience towing the trailer across the Southern US.  Each day has been a new learning experience...most of which we have found challenging but surmountable.   Each day has been an opportunity to explore our beautiful country and enjoy its many vistas.  Each day has been a pleasure to see old friends and family members.  We look forward to our own long winter's nap, but also in making our plans for our next trek sometime in April or May.

Back in New Jersey!

Tight Squeeze

Backing In.....

Putting The Wild Thing to Bed for a Long Winter's Nap

Hand cranking the frozen trailer hitch 

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Shenandoah Valley Farm

The Polar Express with the White-Knuckled Driver, Staunton, VA

Judy at our camp site enjoying the clear skies, This morning in Staunton, VA

Blue Ridge Snow!

Post #12: White Knuckles on The Polar Express!

Friday, Dec 3, we left our wonderful friends Diane & Joe and Dataw Island and headed North to Sumter, SC to visit Kate & Chase Halsey.  Kate is the daughter of our dear friends and next door neighbors, Kathy & Don Schulz.  Kate and Chase are the proud parents of their new daughter Piper Isabelle, 1 month and McKenzie, age 3 yr.  We had a wonderful visit and great dinner.  We were late to their house as I had decided (PANIC) that we needed to use the air compressor to blow out the water in the trailer's pipes so they would not freeze ("Its goin down to freezin tonight").  So Friday afternoon we did our first noobie high pressure compressor evacuation of water from the pipes and emptied the water heater as well.  (Panic subsides...).  We returned home after a nice visit with Kate and Chase sometime after midnight.

 We awoke around 8 AM Saturday morning and after a quick breakfast were on the road heading North towards Charlotte, NC and Staunton, Virginia.  By Charlotte, the skies were very grey and ominous.  Within 20 miles North of Charlotte we drove into an ice storm.  Roads were covered with ice and traffic slowed down quickly.  We continued to drive north towards Staunton and noticed that we were increasing in elevation as we progressed (Welcome to the Blue Ridge Mountains!).  The ice changed to snow as we continued to drive which was totally ignored by the truck drivers barreling Northward.  About 2:30 in the afternoon,  our new GMC truck advised that we were low on exhaust fluid additive required for the catalytic converter and that we had 200 miles to fill it up or the truck would slow down to 20 mph and then finally stop (this message will disintegrate in 20 seconds...).  (Panic begins creeping up when we realize that the dealers are closed on Saturday afternoon).  We call ONSTAR and they tell us that The GMC Manual advises that 5 gallon DEF tank should remain filled to FULL at all times....of course...Thank You).  Finally found an auto parts shop that sold Diesel Exhaust Fluid and filled the truck with 4 gallons.  (Now know its 1 gallon for each 1000 miles of use).  With the help of a retired truck driver we were able to back up the 52 feet of The Wild Thing so we could extricate ourselves from the tight parking lot. Thank you kind Sir!

We continued our white knuckle drive Northward with hopes that we would make Staunton by 6PM.  By this time, my concerns for the trailer water pipes exploding began dancing in my head...did I get all the water out??  We drove by a Camping World store and I pulled in to buy more antifreeze as well as a hand pump to introduce the fluid into the pipes.  (Panic subsides...).  Back on the road, we drove higher and higher (2400" elevation) the snow became worse and salt trucks were not to be seen.  Apart from the crazy trucks speeding by us at 60 MPH, the truck and trailer performed fine as we headed Northward through the Blue Ridge Mountains.  The driver (Me) was a little white knuckled as we continued to go higher and higher in elevation as traffic slowed down to 35 - 45 MPH.   About 7:30 PM we stopped for fuel.  The trailer had been transformed into a Polar Express - totally covered with ice like a phamtom-like silver aberration in the night.  We finally made it to our camping site in Staunton, VA at 9:30 PM.  Of course, no one was there to greet us...just a packet welcoming us to the North Pole and site #64 (no water  .... pipes have been turned off).  After setting up, I spent about 30 minutes pumping 2 gallons of  antifreeze into the city water outlet and opening the faucets, toilet and shower consecutively to conpletely fill the system with antifreeze (panic subsides).  Now to find the bathrooms in the dark.. the camp grounds are over 200 acres with only a few trailers at the site.  With flashlight and map we found our  way through 3 inches of new snow to the bathrooms and back.
 
This morning, the air was clear and the skies were blue but very cold (26F).  We packed up after a quick breakfast and headed Northward to Harrisburg, PA 250 miles away.  We paralleled the Blue Ridge Mountain range as we progressed Northward and out of the snow past beautiful farmlands full of herds of cattle and picturesque barns.  We arrived safely at 3:30 PM.

Tonight is night 26th in the trailer and our last until next April or May.  Tomorrow we head The Wild Thing across the Delaware into New Jersey and to home.    

Sunset at Dataw Island

Dataw Island Sunset

Sunset over the boats while eating oyster on the half shell......

Preserved Lighthouse, Hunting Island State Park, Sc

Spanish moss hanging from the trees in the historic area of Beaufort, SC

Historic antebellum homes in Beaufort, SC

The beginning of our horse & buggy tour of the historic area of Beaufort, SC

Boats in Beaufort

"Run Forrest Run" Location in Beaufort, SC where scene was filmed.

Sea Islands Marshes

Diane & Joe Roney, our dear friends at their home in Dataw Island, SC

Post #11: Beaufort, SC: Roney Tours, Forrest Gump, Spanish Moss & Po'Boy Oyster Sandwiches

After visiting with Family at my Uncle Charles' home in Atlanta and enjoying a lavish feast at Thanksgiving, Judy and I headed SE on Tuesday after TDay to visit our old friends Diane & Joe Roney who have retired to Dataw Island outside of Beaufort, SC.  On arrival we were met by Joe and Diane at the gate and had an escort by security to a location where The Wild Thing was backed in to a parking  place (thanks to security for doing the backing up!).  Beaufort, founded in 1711, in the low land marshes South of Charleston is known for its beautiful antebellum homes.  The area prospered on the cultivation of rice, long thread sea island cotton and indigo for use in dying of cloth.  It survived Sherman's march South because it was occupied rather than destroyed and used for hospitals and homes for offices of Northern officers.

Joe and Diane lived outside of Beaufort on Dataw Island, a private island resort with beautiful homes with a country club flair of golf and tennis.  Joe, who is a history buff and expert, graciously provided us with a 2 day tour of the surrounding areas that included the original home and surrounding houses of the William Sams' plantation that serves as the basis for Dataw Island ( http://www.discoverdataw.com/7_history.php ).  The island contains tennis courts, golf course, and many great facilities.  In addition, we visited 2 other old plantations that have survived from the late 1700's as well as local cemeteries, the beautiful ocean near their home and the adjoining beautiful tropical vegetation at the Hunting Island State Park that served as the site for many scenes of Forrest Gump.  On our way, Joe took us to a private plantation in which the scene where Forrest outruns his classmates down the lane encompassed with trees full of Spanish moss was filmed.  We also had an opportunity to sample (and buy!!) chocolates where Tom Hanks bought the chocolates to fill the Whitman Sampler in the movie Forrest Gump.  We had a wonderful dinner on the bay watching a beautiful sunset across the docked boats while eating oysters on the half shell and Margaritas and Manhattans.  Perfect way to finish the day.....

On our second day we took a horse and buggy tour in Beaufort of the old preserved area and saw the house where the first draft of the Ordinance of Secession - the basis for South Carolinas secession during the Civil War -was read.  We also learned about the "Great Skedaddle" when all of the major landed plantation families of the area left their homes in November 1861 when the North fired on Port Royal, SC.  Subsequently, the North moved over 14,000 troops into the Port Royal area.  The panic of the white families of Beaufort resulted in their homes coming up for sale when their property taxes were not paid in the years afterwards.  Many of the previous slaves, now free, had sufficient funds to purchase lands of the their previous slaveowners.  We also visited St Helena's Episcopal Church founded in 1712, the oldest church in the area.  Not only are members of the plantation families buried in its surrounding cemetery but also soldiers from the British army during the Revolutionary War.   After savoring PoBoy oyster and shrimp sandwiches for lunch and visiting the chocolate shop (great salted caramel chocolates!) we headed back to their beautiful home.  We caught the beautiful sunset over the marshes at Dataw as we entered the Island.  After a beautiful dinner at their country club, we headed to the local high school for a great Christmas concert where we had the opportunity to hear a wonderful school choir and see a surprise visit of Elvis who sang Blue Christmas.  ("Elvis has left the house...")

Many thanks to Diane for her gracious Southern hospitality and to Joe for his great historical tour guidance throughout our too short visit to their beautiful Sea Island home.

Judy, My Sister Cindy, Brother-In-law Steve and Sister Michele in front of The Wild Thing at Stone Mountain, Ga, Thanksgiving 2010

FDR's chair and desk where he worked, Little White House, Warm Springs, GA

Uncle Charles & Nephew David at the Little White House, Warm Springs, Ga Note how small the house is where FDR stayed.

My Great Niece MacKenzie (6 yr) and my Uncle Charles (Age not disclosed!!) at Thanksgiving