Monday morning dawned and it was time for us to hit the road once again. Our next stop, Little Orleans, MD. Why there you may ask? Ultimately, our destination is Pennsylvania Amish country. The route takes us through a small portion of Maryland. Since we have never camped in MD and would like to fill our map decal with that state, we decided what the heck, why not “stop and smell the roses.”
Remember the wind turbines we saw on the road to Blackwater Falls? As we zipped along the mountain roads, we suddenly encountered a backup of stopped traffic. Up ahead, we could see a wide load of some sort crossing the roadway to the entrance to a state highway. To say the wide load was huge is an understatement. Looking at the long, white item we suddenly identified what it was, one of the blades of a wind turbine! Now we could really appreciate just how large these turbines really are! There was a lead vehicle with the flags and sign saying “wide load”. Then came the truck that pulled the load. Near the middle of the blade was another support that moved independently from the truck helping to guide the back portion in turns etc. In camping lingo it is called the “swing”. As you turn, the back end of the RV swings and can take out trees, fences or mailboxes if you are not mindful of it. The end of the blade had the required red flags and was followed by another vehicle saying wide load.
Once the load cleared the roadway, traffic started moving slowly following it to the entrance of the highway. At the turn into the highway, things got dicey. Apparently, the traffic exiting the highway was too close for the truck to make the turn. At this point, the blade completely blocked all three points of the T intersection. Nothing to do but to sit and wait and watch all the commotion. All in all, it took about 30 minutes for the blade to clear and gain access to the highway. Traffic followed along as it slowly made its way. It is hard to describe just what it looked like inching its way along. To Jim, it looked like a headless fish. To me, it looked like a Salmon Shark that we saw on Shark Week.
By then, the novelty had worn off and we were just anxious to get going as our 2.5 hour drive was starting to extend beyond the easy day we anticipated. In the end, the blade made it to its destination and pulled into a side drive and stopped. As vehicles passed, we all gave the driver the thumbs up or V sign to say, well done! Now that was something you do not see every day.
After another series of ever shrinking roads, we came to the intersection that the gps said was the turn to the camp. Minus a sign, we decided once burned, twice shy we would stop and change the gps destination from a street address to one of just the campground. Ah Ha, no turn, just straight ahead and finally we arrived. The campground is very much like the Cedar Creek Campground. Nestled on 200 acres of heavily forested land, it is a quiet, peaceful place. Our site sits back in the trees and our nearest neighbor quite a distance from us. The camp has a number of seasonal rigs that do not move and our neighbors on each side are seasonal and they are not here. So, we can let the girls be off leash a bit and enjoy the freedom of exploring, under supervision of course. The site is not level. It is the first time with the new rig we have encountered this situation. But, experience kicked in and we added the necessary levelers and voila, it was done. Wonderful! A wonderful way to end an interesting day of travel.
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