Like I said in the
previous post, there wasn’t much left of these smaller towns, it was late, well
past midnight, in essentially the middle of nowhere. We pulled over at the only store that was
open only to wake every hour as someone would pull in for only a few
minutes. After some morning caffeine
and a look at a map to see exactly how far we had to go, we started towards the
campgrounds. Our goal was to find one
where the lil one and I would be comfortable while daddy was away volunteering;
they were a bit stricter up this way on her helping out due to insurance
restrictions. Now to find a place to
land for a bit that had a few of the things we were looking for.
We
found a place that had openings, one of the many drawbacks was that the only
available sites were not pull thru’s, but with a confident hubby, what could
stop us? When we looked at the incline,
it didn’t seem so bad, but ol’ Blue wasn’t having any of it. After about a gallon of transmission fluid
and 30 min of yelling, hand signals and maneuvering the rig, we decided this
site was not for us, it just wouldn’t push the load backwards up the hill. The only cell phone signal was about ½ mile
away at the top of the hill, no cable, only water and electric hookups at the
sites, but on the bright side Bear creek
hadn’t flooded as high up as our camper was sitting, only as high as the
road in front of us.
Unfortunately we had
to go further down the road, for us this meant pulling the 26ft fifth wheel
with the extra-long 4 door LWB truck all over town, no cell phone towers left
meant no service to call them. The frustrating
part was that I was behind the camper in the Ranger pulling a 8ft trailer that
was as tall as it was long, unraveled tarps tied over it with 500 ft. of ropes,
making it look like whiskers after days on the road, this was that extra
storage stuff we thought we just couldn’t live without having later on.
less looking like Jed Clampett
The next campground had everything you
could think of, shade trees everywhere, by the water, full hookups, it was a
dream after the week we’d just had. Only
problem here was no cell phone service, but I could live with that for a while,
and no sites available for the next month.
Well shucks, time to hit the road again.
This time we stopped in at a gas station and asked if there were any
places in the area they knew of. They didn’t
know of any that would have spots open, but gave us a map to the campgrounds in
the county, and we had cell service here.
We started calling, and none had openings close to the devastated areas
hit hardest by the tornados.
We started calling
all the closer ones, hoping to not have to push the diesel much past the ‘E’
mark. You see when ol’ Blue gets close
the dreaded ‘E’, she’s sits down on you like an old stubborn mule would. We try not to take her too far down below ‘E’……
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