What a bizarre day

Last night it continued to pour. I was worried about trying to hitch up and go in the pouring rain. But I needn't have worried. It was bright blue sun when we woke up. (That didn't last long, but it was nice for a while.) I have put in a picture of Honey in the woods. (I think that Honey liked the woods - I sure did.) I also put in a picutre of me in front of the Gettysburg battle site. (I forgot to add the pictures yesterday.) The rest of the pictures are from the Pennsylvania Railroad Museum but more about that later.

We had a short drive today. We wanted to see the Hershey chocolate factory so we are camped in Elizabethtown Pennsylvania - cute town by the way. We actually tried to stop for lunch on the way and it was the most bizarre place. We went to the hostess to be seated and she asked for our order. There was no menu, just some pictures on the wall. Bob, who didn't hear of any this, looked at me. I told him we had to give our order now. He said - "Let's go." That was actually fine because we were only ten minutes from the campground that we planned on for tonight.

So we got here about noon. Who knew that would be a problem? As we walked in, the gal at the desk said something about "earlies." I asked what she meant. She said that check in time was at 3 pm and that they were pretty strict about it. This was really strange because there are about 100 sites here and maybe 10 of them were filled. There was even a sign in the office that said that they would charge extra for early check in. She was quite adamant that we should have known and that they needed this time to clean the campground. Now we have been doing this for two and a half months and the campgrounds have always been able to clean without such a deadline. I think she must have seen that we were ready to leave because she did check us in without any extra charge. It was just bizarre.

But the bizarre is not over. We were escorted to the campsite. It took some maneuvering for Bob to get the trailer in. The site was not level and we needed to put some blocks under the tires on one side. That turned out to be a challenge because they had just put down new gravel and everything moved around like mush. We finally got the blocks in place and Bob tried to unhitch. But the trailer was so much higher than the pickup at that point that the hitch was stuck. So Bob got in the pickup (we have done this many times with Fanny mind you) and moved the pickup just a little. The hitch did come undone, but Honey had been up on about seven layers of wood so that she was level. When the pickup moved, Honey fell off the blocks and into the gravel.

I just stood there. I was ready to cry because I couldn't figure out how we would get her back up and level or ever get her attached to the pickup again. But Bob stood there a minute and knew what to do. (Never trek without your mechanic.) It took about half an hour, but he was able to raise Honey. We reattached her to the pickup and put Honey in place and leveled her again. Then we had to unhitch and had the same problem. But this time when Bob moved the pickup everything went fine. Whew!!!

We made lunch in the trailer - Bob was starving. Thank goodness for the microwave and fast lunches. After lunch I checked out the bathrooms and shower - always need to know what I am in for. On the way there, there was a little room with all kinds of travel info. I had thought that all there was to see was the Hershey factory and the Amish country, but there is so much more to see. Among other things, there is a railroad museum here and I knew that Bob would be interested. He was. So we drove for about half an hour and got to the most amazing museum. Railroad cars, engines, and other stuff from the beginning of the railroad era. (Bob is mad at me because I did not take more pictures, but it is really hard to take pictures of HUGE engines like that.) I took a few so that we could get the idea. I think that Bob would have stayed there all day. We then stopped at the museum store. If only my grandson were a little older.

On the way back we stopped at a Cracker Barrel for dinner and Bob reports that it was the best soup that he ever had in his whole life. That man is now addicted to Cracker Barrel. Anyway, back here and played some Cribbage and some Scrabble. (Bob is unhappy because I beat him in every game. He says that I am just inordinately lucky. I say it is skill. What can I say?) Tomorrow to Hershey.