The Roller Coaster

DSC_0111I love the mountains. However, after today, I am not sure I love driving in the mountains. Our Bouncy girl (the RV), I am sure feels the same way. Can you imaging weighing 17,000  lbs. and having to haul your enormous backside up  a mountain?  My Hubby, Joe steps on the gas and she says, “Are you kidding me?”  So, my husband cattle prods her with the tow haul button and then she huffs into action. We finally make it to the top of the hill and she races down the other side saying, “Whee….I’m free!!!”

Meanwhile, we are surrounded by wall to wall semi-trucks, all playing the roller coaster game too.  I don’t think I enjoy racing down the mountain side, going 80 plus miles an hour, just so we have enough power to get up the other side.

Our motorhome has a gas engine. How much easier is it in the mountains with a diesel?


In the Blood


I love the beach. The giant waves and soft sand between my toes bring me peace.  But the mountains feel like home. Perhaps it’s in my blood. My daddy called the mountains his home. His daddy and his daddy’s daddy were all mountain men.  I can picture myself, shoeless, traipsing down a dusty, country lane with the lush green forest at my side and the smoky, hazy, blue mountains nestled in the distance, melting into the expanse of the big blue sky.  Country roads…

Candy Hill Campground Winchester, Virginia


Candy Hill was a really nice place to stop. The sites were spacious, which is always good for a family of seven. The only negative thing I could think of to say about Candy Hill was that there was a lot of highway noise. We did not mind it because the large,  peaceful lots, more than made up for the inconvenience.



The town of Winchester was quaint, yet sophisticated.  We stopped in a shop to make some purchases at a beautiful outdoor mall. We asked the owner where we could purchase a good gluten free pizza. He told us that Roma Pizza, about a half a block down the road, was an awesome place for pizza. No Joke, It was great! As a family, we cleaned up four pizzas and a Greek salad.  We shamelessly practiced ‘No Crumb Left Behind!’




image There is so much tension in the world today. Wars and rumors of wars, both domestic and abroad. But, sitting by the fire watching the the flames gently flicker around the wood and listening to my grandchildren giggle with delight as they catch and release yet another firefly, reminds me that peace is in the world. I just need to embrace it.


imageOk, I admit I have been on the road non stop for twelve days now, so perhaps my temper is running a little bit short. But, I need to vent about laundry room etiquette!

We are a family of seven and we have not washed our clothes in four days. Today we have a down day at Candy Hill Campground in Winchester, VA. Which is a nice place, by the way.

Anyway, it should be a perfect day to get laundry done quickly and then be able to go out and see some of this great Virginia countryside. Right? There are six washing machine. Easy. Just load them all up and wait on them to finish and then pop things in the dryer and voila, done! Wrong!

I have possession of two washer, and the other four are sitting, unattended full of wet clothes.

Good laundry etiquette is to stay with and monitor your stuff. I know I am preaching to the choir. Thanks, for letting me vent.

It’s Only Three Hours


DSC_0066Five hundred miles, four hundred miles, three hundred miles, two hundred mile, one hundred miles……., it doesn’t matter. It’s just three hours.  Ha, ha, ha!  Every day, we say, “It’ll just take three hours .”  It has become our standard family joke, because it never takes just three hours, four hours, or five hours to reach our destination. Today, we are traveling from Hershey, PA to Roanoke, VA. It is only 306 miles! Believe it or not, it will just take three hours to get there! Ha, Ha!

Today there was a huge accident on Hyw 81 between Harrisburg, PN and Williamsburg, VA.  Traffic was stalled at a dead stop for three miles. It took us about an hour or more to travel those three miles. We had super beautiful scenery though.  It was God’s creation at it’s best.




If you plan on visiting Hershey, PA, and want to stay in the RV Park, do not google Hershey Park RV Resort. Instead google Hersheypark RV Resort, because one in not the other! Learned that the hard way. From now on we will be googling a physical street address.

Once we found our way and got situated, Hershey was sweet!