Wednesday was a tough day to work, but to my credit I did – it helped that I was home alone, already had the camper packed to the rafters and had nothing else I needed to do.
4:45 PM – we hook up with Ellen and Jim Moro at Wyman Gordon’s and Jim and Heather Brawn pull up shortly later, we’re on track for our 5PM departure to hit Myrtle Beach!
We’ll have to leave on Wednesday evening from now on – we made the Tapanzee Bridge in 2 ½ hours, ran into very little as far as traffic, this trip is one of our best with no nightmares.
Whoa, I spoke too soon. We decided to take Belle with us. I went back and forth over the decision and decided to bring her with us for 2 major reasons – (1) she’s 12 years old, she stresses at the kennel and hates it as she doesn’t play well with other dogs, and (2) I selfishly thought that the $300+ wasn’t worth it to have to deal with a completely neurotic dog once I get home (in hindsight, bad decision).
All was going well, until after we congratulated ourselves for being so clever and planning our departure at such an opportune day/time to miss any kind of traffic jam. As I mentioned, we crossed the Tapanzee bridge in record time and that’s when it started. SOMEBODY in this camper has gas. BAD. The girls had set up their beds and woke up, whining – what’s that SMELL? I went back to check things out and hooey, don’t light any matches back here, we’ll blow up!
It’s Belle. We hit the last rest area in NJ and I’m out there, walking Belle and willing her to POOP ALREADY. No such luck. So now we’re tooling down 95 at 70 mph with the heat on and the windows WIDE OPEN. . .!
I’m keeping an eye out for bridges and tunnels that have restrictions with regards to gas. I’m not worried about the damn propane, it’s the methane that’s gonna kill us!
Knock on wood, hopefully that’s the worst that will happen this trip, I’ll keep you posted!
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