Sunday, October 6, 2019

2019 - Blog #6 - Yes, we finally did make it home!


Yes, we actually did make it home despite Hurricane Dorian menacing the east coast and messing up our returning home itinerary.   The following is our last blog for this trip.
our campsite at Fort Hamby Campground, Wilkesboro, NC

Jerome checking out Bushwacker Falls in Fort Hamby Campground

After leaving West Virginia, we truly headed south, deviating only a bit east to the Georgia coastline on our way home.   We first stopped in Wilkesboro, North Carolina and stayed in the Fort Hamby Park, a nice Army Corps of Engineers campground.   This was a great stop for Jean especially because she was able to get in to a nearby urgent care clinic for a follow-up appointment, get some much needed Prednisone, then some recuperation time.   Also, we stocked up on groceries, baked, cooked dinners to put in the freezer, read books, and painted a bit.   The only downside to our stay here was that our campsite was way too close to the next campsite, we had no privacy, and the campers next door were chain smokers who sat outside smoking all of the time.  Needless to say, we were glad to leave this campground.
our campsite at Sesquicentennial State Park, Columbia, SC

beautiful waterlilies on the hike around the lake at Sesquicentennial State Park
We were really looking forward to our next campground, hoping for a campsite that was peaceful and that didn’t smell like an old ashtray.   Jerome often says “Jeannie, be careful what you wish for” and this time he was oh so right!  We pulled into Sequicentennial State Park in Columbia, South Carolina to find a pretty, older park in much need of a whole lot of TLC.   We were pleased to see that our campsite was in a nice spot without anyone in the campsites next to us.  HOWEVER,   just three sites away sat a dilapidated trailer that looked like it belonged in a low-rent, down-and-out trailer park. It was a bit freaky when Jerome found a used syringe in our campsite, but we decided that we were supposedly in a reputable state park, so we gave the syringe to a park ranger and hoped for the best.  It turned out that the time we spent at this campsite was like being in a Jerry Springer show.  We noticed a young woman with a tiny baby and two young men pull up to the trailer, then we watched as they fought, screamed, yelled, and cursed at each other.   Cars, trucks, and people came and went at all hours and at 4:30am one morning the banging, fighting, etc. started up again, only stopping when she screamed at the 2 guys to “get the F*** out!” and they left.   The next morning, while Jean was out walking Carly, she found a drug scale box sitting on the ground behind a tree - minus the scale but still with the weights and tweezers in the box.  Then, that afternoon one of the young men came over to talk to Jerome.  He wanted to know if we had noticed anyone around their trailer while they were gone because his gun was missing!   Boy were we more than ready and glad to be leaving that campground!   This time though, we made sure we stopped to let the park ranger know how sketchy this campground had been for us and how unsafe we felt being here.
Jean & her sister, Barbara, in Layfette Square, Savannah, GA

Jean & Jerome, Layfette Square, Savannah, GA

the historical Cathedral of St. John, Savannah, GA

inside the Cathedral of St. John
 Thankfully, our next stop was at Skidaway Island State Park, just outside of Savannah, Georgia.   Jean’s sister, Barbara, came for a short stay with us and we spent a day in Savannah riding the hop-on-hop-off trolley tour, sightseeing and learning about the history of this special place.  We finished off the day by having a wonderful dinner at the Chive Lounge downtown.  What a wonderful visit we had.  The next day, Barbara headed for Atlanta, and we went to see the nearby Wormsloe Historical Site.  There is so much history in this area! 
the tree-lined entrance to the Wormsloe Historical Site
   A word of caution though, Skidaway is a great state park but it is “chigger-city” and the grass here is not pet-friendly… it has sharp edges that can cause serious intestinal damage to your pets if they ingest it.   This was the first time Jerome has suffered chigger bites and Jean looked like she had the measles by the time we left there.

our campsite in Crooked River State Park, St. Marys, GA

the view from our campsite - that's the Crooked River just past the pine trees
With Hurricane Dorian heading towards the Florida east coast, we headed next to Crooked River State Park in St. Mary’s, Georgia.   We were thrilled that we could still follow through with our plans to take the ferry to nearby Cumberland Island National Seashore.   The ferry had a little bit of difficulty docking on the Island due to the rougher than normal water and the weather was overcast and rainy but we had a great trip.   We took our bikes over with us and rode down to see the Dungeness Ruins.  The wild horses were everywhere and a treat to see.  We even saw a wild turkey.  What fun.  Jean hopes to return some day and take the time to get to the north end of the island and take a tour of the old plantation there. 
our "welcome party" of wild horses as we got off the ferry onto Cumberland Island

Cumberland Island - the dirt road to the ruins

that's Jerome riding his bike down the dirt road as a wild horse grazes nearby

Jean & Jerome at the Dungeness Ruins on Cumberland Island

a wild turkey on Cumberland Island

 Remember that we mentioned the saw grass at Skidaway?  Well, it was a very expensive “gourmet meal” for Carly that made her very sick, costing us $300.00!!!   Carly had to stay 2 days and 1 night at a nearby veterinarian's for IV fluids and medications  while we stayed at Crooked Creek State Park.   We sure did learn the hard way that we can’t let her eat grass unless it’s the kind that we grow for her ourselves!   Meanwhile, we tried to stay where we were until Carly was feeling better and until we could figure out just if and where Hurricane Dorian was going to make landfall.    Just as we were deciding that we should leave a day earlier than we planned, as we were packing up to leave, the camp hosts knocked on our door to say that a mandatory evacuation had been ordered and we had to be out of the campground within 2 hours.  We had already received notifications that Silver Springs State Park, in Ocala, Florida, which was to have been our next stop, was closed due to the impending hurricane and we were having trouble finding another place to go.   Luckily, at the last minute, Rainbow Springs State Park, in Dunnellon, Florida, reopened  “just for one night, for hurricane evacuees” and told us that we could stay only if we agreed to leave on a moment’s notice at any time that night if they got a tropical storm notification.   We had a beautiful campsite and there were only three other campers, other than the host, in the whole campground.   The next morning, instead of packing up to head home, we were in the park office asking if we could stay one more night.  Yep, one more night even though we were so very close to being home and out of any threat from Dorian which was now skirting up the coastline towards Jacksonville.   The reason why?  Because, unfortunately, we had suffered a flat tire only 30 minutes before we got to the campground and were now traveling on our spare tire.   We really wanted to try to get our tire repaired or replaced so we would have a spare again for the rest of our trip home.   Luck was on our side because we were able to stay that extra night we needed and get the tire repaired.   Finally, as Hurricane Dorian was heading north towards the Georgia coastline, we headed home to Venice.
home sweet brick and mortar home!
We are saddened at the devastation in Bermuda and the Abaco Islands yet so very thankful that we made it home safely and that all of our friends and loved ones remained safe and sound.   We wish you all a Fall Season with cooler weather for you southerners and a colorful, comfortable season for everyone else.   ‘Until our next travels,  we also always wish you the best in life.

Jerome & Jean (and of course, our furbaby, Carly, too)

Friday, August 23, 2019

2019 -Blog #5 - Bits of Mass., Conn., NY, NJ, NH, PA, and into the wild blue yonder of WV

"In The Pines" campsite

When we left Maine we traveled through New Hampshire and stayed just a couple of miles from the Vermont border at “In The Pines”, another Boondockers Welcome spot, in West Chesterfield.   It just so happened that our Snowbird neighbors from Venice, Dave & Karen Sutherland,  have their “summer home” just a few miles down the road from where we were staying and even know the people who were letting us stay on their property.   We had a great visit with our hosts and Dave & Karen.  Jean especially enjoyed walking through Karen’s beautiful flower gardens that literally surround their house.   While we were here, we also hiked in the Chesterfield Gorge and in the Madam Sherri’s Castle Ruins (what an interesting place). 
Madam Sherri's Castle Ruins
  We even drove into Vermont briefly so Jean could visit a Vermont Country Store and we stopped in a really quaint town, Bellows Falls, to have lunch at the Moon Dog CafĂ©.  This is a great place to visit and have lunch if you’re near here.
On the way to our next campsite, we drove through bits of Massachusetts, Connecticut, New York, and New Jersey to finally reach Kittatiny Canoes – River Beach Campsites, in Milford, Pennsylvania.  This was a nice little campground, but 2 nights here was quite enough because it was tucked in between a river and a highway, with an interstate paralleling the highway, and all the road noise – especially the exhaust brakes on the semi-trucks -filtered right down into the campground.  Seasonal RVs lined the banks of the river and for the life of us, we can’t understand why anyone would choose to be seasonal campers here! 
Pine Grove Furnace State Park campsite
Our next stop was out in the boonies, no cell service here!   We stayed at Pine Grove Furnace State Park, in Gardners, Pennsylvannia, which also happens to be the ½ way mark for the Appalachian Trail through hikers. 
1/2 way marker for the Appalachian Trail
  To celebrate making the halfway point, the campstore offers the through hikers a free ½ gallon of ice cream, flavor of their choice, if they can eat it all.    We watched a tiny little girl finish the whole ½ gallon, but a young fella had eaten a burger and fries first and he was turning green trying hard to finish his.   We didn’t wait around to see how that turned out for him! 
Remnants of the iron furnace
 We also were able to take the IronMaster’s Mansion tour.   It was built in 1928 and today it serves as a hostel and provides dormitory-style lodging for the trail weary hikers who like a bed, a hot bath, a hot meal, a chance to do laundry, and catch up on wifi. 
Jerome walking up to the Ironmaster's Mansion

dormitory-style lodging inside the mansion

We also hiked up the Pole Steeple Trail to a great overlook of the countryside.
Jerome on the Pole Steeple Trail summit

Jean on the Pole Steeple Trail summit - can you find her?

From Pine Grove, we headed west into West Virginia, by far the most mountainous of the states so far.  It seemed like at least half of the roads were one lane roads that were supposed to pass for two lane roads, and every road was curve after curve, sometimes even hairpin turns, and hilly.   It was like driving on a roller coaster and Carly didn’t like it at all (it made her barf)!   All three campgrounds that we stayed in here were in the 100 mile radius of the Green Band Observatory and thus in the designated “National Radio Quiet Zone.”    What an interesting place!  We were able to take the tour and explore the hands-on museum/exhibit.   It has the world’s largest fully steerable radio telescope.  We learned that a lot of people who suffer from electromagnetic hypersensitivity have move to this area for relief of their symptoms.
Our campsite in Trout Pond Campground - one of our favorites
We first stayed in the Trout Pond Campground, in the George Washington National Forest, near Lost City, WV.   What a beautiful campground and truly way out in the middle of nowhere!   We found out that we might be able to get enough cell service for texting if we hiked up a “short” trail behind one of the nearby campsites to the overlook at the top of the “hill”, so of course, up we went.   Well, the trail ended up being a mile almost straight up - 700 feet. 
Jean resting after our "short" hike to the summit
We got spotty texting, enough to let our families know that we were alright, and that we still had no cell reception and would try to find a way to keep in touch.   Needless to say, we didn’t attempt that hike again!"
beautiful butterflies on the Trout Pond Lake Trail

Our next stop here was a “destination stop” for us as it was here that Jerome’s sister, Eileen and cousin, Theresa, joined us for the next four days.   We stayed the first two nights in Seneca State Forest Campground in the Monongahela National Forest, near Dunsmore, WV.   It’s a gorgeous, tiny campground tucked between hillsides, along a creek, without electricity and with only a hand pump for water.   We definitely couldn’t have gotten a larger rig in here as we barely finagled our rig into our spot.  Once again, we had a scary start as we got our truck stuck while maneuvering into our camp spot.  We had to shovel some loose stones under and around our back truck tires to stop them from spinning and save ourselves from needing help to get un-stuck in the soft ground.   Egads! 
Our beautiful campsite in Seneca State Forest Campground - you can see our truck tracks where we got stuck!
We used this campground as our base to see the Green Bank Observatory and to ride our bikes on the Greenbrier Trail from Clover Lick to Marlinton, a 15 mile ride. 
Theresa, Eileen, Jerome, & Jean - starting out on our Greenbrier River Trail ride

Jerome & Jean - the tressle just after the tunnel

gorgeous view of the Greenbriar River from the tressel

mamma and her fawns crossed the trail in front of us and then crossed the river


We then moved to Watoga State Park, near Marlinton, with plans to ride another stretch of the trail the next day, this time a 13 mile ride.   The day we got there, as soon as we set up camp, Jean left to take a tour of the nearby Pearl S. Buck Homestead while Theresa and Eileen went on a “short” hike up to another lookout.    Jean’s 45 minute tour of the homestead turned into a 2 hour tour but she said it was well worth it. Theresa and Eileen’s hike ended up being another of those mile-straight-up hikes, but they too said it was worth it.  
Pearl S. Buck Birthplace & Museum

just incase you aren't familiar with Pearl S. Buck

The next morning it was pouring down rain but we packed up our rain gear and headed out to spot our vehicles and start our ride.  We finally had to admit that it was raining too hard and convince Eileen that we had to give up on our biking plans.   Fortunately for Jean, this gave her a chance to admit that she was miserable and needed to make to drive into Marlinton to seek medical help.    With meds in hand and relief in sight for Jean,  we headed back to the campground just in time to eat some lunch and still get Eileen and Theresa on the trail for a shorter, 5 mile ride, when there was a short break in the clouds.    With all the craziness at the end of the visit, we still all agreed that we had had a fabulous time and are looking forward to the next time we can meet up again…. maybe to ride the Virginia Creeper next time?!?!

After 2 weeks of spotty to no communication with our families, we looked forward to moving on and getting somewhere with cell service and yes, even TV for a change!    Onward towards the heat and the southern states…….

We hope all is well with you and yours and as always, we hope you have enjoyed our blog.   ‘Until next time,       Jerome & Jean  (and Carly, too)