The Chronicles of
Moby Who?
© 2008 Gail Hunter
Go To Pete's
Feb. 1
Feb. 10
Nasty New England weather prevented our timely leave.  Snow, sleet and freezing
roadways scared us.  Cor was told by Alan at Pete's RV that once a motorhome starts to
slide, "That's it, she just keeps on sliding."  So, judiciously, we put our tails between our
legs and slinked over to our good friends, Mac and Bobbie MacDonald on Appletree Point
to spend the night.

Not wanting to inconvenience them, we planned on staying in the driveway, but they
insisted, and we gave in (with absolutely no resistance) and enjoyed hospitality, good
food and warm beds.

And so it was that Feb. 2 and Feb. 3 were spent accustoming ourselves to our new home.
All the while, the weather grew worse and worse.
We Make a Break for it!
Monday, Feb. 4th's weather report looked promising for a few days, so we hit the road
after breakfast and rolled on down to Lebanon, NH to get Moby inspected and to dump
the last few boxes into our storage locker there.

Son Charlie phoned us and suggested we come down I-91, spend a couple of nights with
them in
Madison, CT and complete the organization.  Music to our ears!

I drove ahead in the Pacifica as it is a leased car and we are not allowed to tow it.  This
proved to be one of many blessings in disguise as we had too much junk anyhow and the
weight would have caused a different disaster.

We pulled up in front of Charlie's.  I went back to see how Cor's drive had been.  What a
mess!  As he bumped along on the back roads, a galley drawer fell out, everything spilled,
crashing and banging behind him.  You'd think after tossing around on rough seas all
thee years we'd have learned!  Now we know.

We had three great days with Charlie, his wife Stacy, daughters Emily
and Erin, dog
Brooke, cat Spike, rabbit Lettuce, and 2 guinea pigs,
Lucy and Willa.  Charlie put his homebuilding talents to good use
chopping the mattress and topper of our bed down to Queen from King.

Now, finally we're off to another good start.
"Free!  Free at Last!"
It's hard to feel "wise beyond your years" when you have 88 of them, but that's what it was
like, wheeling down I-91 towards a quick meeting with brother and sister-in-law, Gib and
Anne Patterson at the truck stop in
Fairfield, CT.  Upon looking at the scattered mess,
they made a very polite comment and went on their way.  We understood completely!

Crossing the
Tappan Zee bridge and entering New York State was cutting the ties that
bind...we were actually
West of the Hudson - Huzzah, we made it!
Overnight Parking
A new learning experience - where to spend the night on the road.  (for free)  
We had read about staying at truck stops, Flying J in particular.  Several people told us
Cracker Barrel restaurants were very accommodating - when you pay your dinner bill,
just ask and they will welcome you to their backyard bus and RV area.  Timidly, we tried
this in
Foglesville, PA.  Great dinner, great parking lot, even greater breakfast.  
Completely changed our iffy opinion of Cracker Barrel following a disappointing dinner in
Louisiana two years ago.  
(see that log)
My Love/Hate relationship with GPS:  Reminds me of the old line, "It's
me, not you,"  but she does get her left and right hands mixed up now and
then, sending us off for miles into unknown territory.  She keeps beeping
"Recalculating" in spite of all our swearing at her.  I have realized
that 1) I don't always understand her and 2) I drive faster than she talks.  In
one town, she kept insisting I turn left onto Brisson Rd.  She'd recalculate,
take me through the cemetary and around the block back to "turn left on
Brisson Rd."  She was almost right - it was Britain Rd.  Dumb me, right?  
Many times, by the time she'd say to turn, I was already past the
intersection.  What I have learned is this: listen to her when she tells you
what lane to get into after you make your turn, and two, wear your glasses,
Stupid!  I think she's going to win this one.
Keeping Ahead of the Snow
Fogelsville was February 7th.  Winchester, VA on the 8th - again a Cracker Barrel where
coincidentally, we met the District Manager who lives in Fogelsville.  Now we felt like family.
 As we pulled out of this venue in the morning, an RV pulled in with a full foot of snow on
its roof.  Better get going!

On the 9th, we reached
Roanoke Rapids, NC - by then reciting the Cracker Barrel menu
from memory.  Cor tailed me by several hundred yards, connected by CB radio, one of
which (his) is malfunctioning repeatedly.  

Santee, GA was the goal for the 10th, but it was elusive.  A few miles short of our exit, we
stopped at a gas station to fill-er-up (there goes the bankroll!)  We rechecked our maps
and were ready to leave when Cor said, "Is that smoke coming out of that truck?"  It was.  

The truck was a 10 foot U-Haul.  The driver came running out of the station having been
told to move it!  When he reached the road, he got out, opened the back door and the
whole thing burst into flames!  Cor and I backed into the woods as far away as we could

Flaming papers blew out of the truck, fortunately away from us and into the brush where,
fanned by high winds, they caught the tinder-dry woods, The real danger was the fact
they were being blown toward the intake vents of the gasoline storage tanks.

We back up a little further.

Fire engines arrived, as well as bulldozers to dig a fire break as the flames were headed
toward a residential area and school.  

After an hour or two, we figured we'd done all we could (backing up) and decided to move
on.  But we couldn't - the fire equipment blocked the driveway, so we settled back, went
into the gas station, commiserated with the owners and drank a soda.  
To follow: Our first real Campground
Hang on to your hats viewers!  You are about to go nowhere faster than lightening.  
We were leaving Feb. 1, right?  All arrangements had been made with the move to New
Hampshire in November.  We rented a storage locker in West Lebanon, thinking that if we
needed anything we hadn't thought of, daughter Abby lived there, and she could probably
help us out.  Also, if disaster struck, she'd be there to dole out the contents to the kids.  

So, the actual move completed, we returned to Burlington to pick up the pieces and try to
get our belongings out of a totally confused apartment before we were obligated for
another month's rent.

A week later, Abby called to say she was moving - to Denver - so much for our NH move,
but it was history and that's where everything we're not carrying with us lives.
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Three hours after the start of this little episode, we were again on the road to our new best
restaurant and parking lot at Cracker Barrel, Santee, SC.