October 11, 2013. The Promised Land in the Lord's Valley. Yesterday was another of those days where we had no access to the Internet. We were in the Promised Land State Park by Scranton, PA, near the town of Lord's Valley. You would expect a place with such biblical connections to have access to the Internet, but no. Today, then, is a catch-up day.
Yesterday was a deserted Hampton Beach, New Hampshire, then Massachusetts, Connecticut, New York and Pennsylvania, 350 miles and lots of traffic. Sadly, one of the pictures tells a metaphorical story of life in America today. I refer to the picture of the exit to Sandy Hook, where twenty children and six adults were killed last December. The photo shows the highway sign as an immovable memorial to those innocents. Cars zoom by the memorial with occupants on their way to an unknown destination. The picture symbolically displays real life. The dead are buried, not much else has changed and life goes on for those of us who remain. Sad, but it is a scene which is repeated once or twice each year.
The Promised Land State Park is a gem. It just reopened after a three-year closure for renovations. It sparkles. It boasts the nicest facilities I've seen at any RV park, private, state or national. Even Annie would not have hesitated to shower here. She didn't, but it wasn't because of the facilities. You'll have to ask her why she didn't.
Harvey the RV is running nicely. We had one of those instances yesterday which would have resulted in a front-end shimmy before the repairs. I was descending a hill when traffic in front of me slowed quickly (oxymoronic, huh). I was able to brake Harvey with nary a shim. I was proud of Harvey. I was also less sad about parting with the money. It wasn't real money anyway. I put it on MasterCard.
On to the Blue Ridge Parkway.
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