We are OFF finally, after what seems like months of planning. Lists checked, provisions in place, nothing left to chance. Oh, except maybe weather, moods, choices and serendipity!
Head down in my books or on my phone most of the way down 95 till I could feel comfortable with the rattling noises of a ‘tin can’ that is not being driven by me. Not that I don’t trust my husband’s driving, it’s just that nervous anxiousness that I always feel when I’m not driving and I’m in a new vehicle – be it boat or RV. “Just take a deep breath, Paula…it will all feel easier soon”
Around Scranton PA I started to feel as if I was some place different, a little slice of our industrial past celebrated at the Steamtown National Historic Park which tells the story of America’s train history. Scranton sits near the meandering Susquehanna River, which amazingly runs from Ostego Lake in New York State to its mouth in the Chesapeake Bay. It’s so much fun to learn new things!
By 5:00 pm though, we had had enough of driving and Moyer’s Grove Campground in Wapwollopen, PA beckoned us. Not really, but we found it on a camping app on my phone, so off we went, miles and miles and miles off the thruway down into rolling, bucolic farmlands at the foothills of the Appalachians.
We received a warm welcome from the owners, a mother and daughter. When I inquired about wi-fi, I was promptly told “we ain’t got no Wi-Fi- I’m running a campground not a reeesort!”. Steve and I had quite a chuckle but it really emphasized for me how remote this section of Pennsylvania is, and how news and information that we take for granted and is at our fingertips is so much harder to come by here. My East Coast bubble needed some bursting!