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DAY 55, 11/8/2012 Back on the ROAD!

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAWe are back in our groove.  The truck runs well, better than before.  The oil is as clean as honey having been changed 4 times now since our August purchase.  First was at home upon my greeting it to our fleet.  Next, was “early” at about 800 miles in Maine as a rinse-out treat still being a new vehicle to me.  Then because the head gasket blew, #3 was in Rosendale, NY.  Finally I did one extra in Towson to rinse out any water or antifreeze contaminants following the NY repair.  Silly me, now it can be at each 3000miles; but I sure hope its all enough…

More importantly here we go!  We drove South.  Southwest really, right through Harpers Ferry and down parallel to Skyline Drive.

A fearsome shark(dinosaur?). Don't worry, he's behind a fence.

A fearsome shark(dinosaur?). Don’t worry, he’s behind a fence.

Near Front Royal we turn South, but first a trip to Dinosaur Land.

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A gaping dinosaur convinces Jane to stop for a photo

We might have driven up and into that beautiful ridge had we not delayed so long in the New York Fall.  Leaves are more abundant here, yet still brown-grey is a dominant color.  We see temperatures in the 60’s in Central VA and North Carolina, so Jane will be buffeted by gentle weather soon.

We detoured to a very nice county park to mountain bike with an old friend at Preddy Creek, VA.  The trails were well sculpted, following terrain lines around and lulling our ride at near the same elevation in a gentle 3-4 mile loop.  It is a multi-use example of how trails can support differing users and remain sustainable while still being great fun.  The older original trails there are noticeably different, some slashed by 4 wheelers with no regard to drainage.  OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThese showed signs of erosion and will soon be addressed by the Mt bike volunteers.  OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAAll cities and counties could take a lesson from here or Franklin Falls, NH where bikers see trail work as part of the investment in their sport and health.

The end of the day prompted our next question: Where should we camp?  we drove South until fatigue was overwhelmed by better sense.  Stop soon!  Drove into Misty Mountain Campground where after hours check-in could have put us next to several “Rock-Star buses” (Big RV’s) for $34 per night.  OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERANot this time.  We don’t need water, electric or anything other than sleep.  We floated down from Rockfish Gap toward Waynesboro and landed in an abandoned school parking lot.

The school is available for lease or sale if you have an interest in this area.  We slept great.  I loved the first two or three trains that blasted their presence in the mid-night chill.  Somehow the other four or five were less romantic.  I did sleep very well through 7:30 and suggested this WiFi breakfast at Big Apple Bagels.

Preddy Creek trails

Preddy Creek trails

Oddly lost was the Big Apple frosty sales pitch; our cashier was warmly Southern as he greeted and oriented us as first time guests.  Even giving us the complimentary mini muffins with a true listening smile.

Jane and I find ourselves right back in the groove wondering and asking locals; where should we go tomorrow?

– David

 

 

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We "camp" at an abandoned school

We “camp” at an abandoned school

“Pants were sacrificed”

Our friend Doug was on task when he suspected the dirty pants were thrown away.  During the final hectic weeks before this Journey started, I worked “about” 52 hours on the truck while also working full-time at Sinai.  I would arrive home from patient care, slip into those dirty pants and grind away on truck preparations.  They were SO dirty once after the 90 weight gear oil of the axle, brake and bearing job that I wouldn’t even put them into the washing machine.   They served me well, practically standing upright in the corner between uses until the repairs were completed; Then as we packed the trailer, Pants were sacrificed.  Into the trash they went!

-David

…in Maine, Andrew must have sensed my need for pants.  He and Hannah gave me a perfect pair of Carharts (also known as Cah-hahts).

DAY 48 11/01/2012 What Next

My optimism has me wondering; What next?  We planned to follow fall down the Eastern Appalachians…you know, Skyline Drive, Blue Ridge Parkway to NC, TN etc.  Well Fall is passing us in our standstill.  Still we’ll venture that way to Bob and Jo in NC, Zealen in Deland, FL into the Gulf and towards TX to see Jean-Philippe.  I realize that someone out there, (maybe you?) has great suggestions of places we should see along the way.  (We are nearly afraid to visit the Coastal areas recovering after the storm).

One of our strategies remains that each day we ask one of the local People we meet: “Where should we go tomorrow?”

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What next?

Hi, it’s Jane. I forgot to include an interesting photo that we took yesterday. I didn’t think it needed a whole blog post of it’s own so I glommed onto David’s post.

We found this tombstone in the Colonel Jacob Rutsen Ground. It’s a tiny, abandoned cemetery in Rosendale. We saw the term “Consort” describing Margaret and wondered. What was the term “consort” doing on a 17th-century grave in New England? We moderns think of the term as something vaguely racy.

But, as it turns out (from my quick and limited “research” online) that Margaret and James were married. Referring to Margaret as his consort, appears to be, for the bereaved James, an affectionate way to refer to his wife forevermore.

Margaret was buried next to her son, Franklin, who died at age 4.

The poem at the bottom reads:

“Soft are the mercies of the just

While angels watch their sleeping dust

Death is to them in mercy given

The tomb is but the gate of heaven”

– Jane

 

DAY 47 – 10/31/2012 Oh, Dear! Still in Rosendale!

HAPPHALLOWEEN !!

Love the ghoul/vampire hanging from a Main Street porch!

Love the ghoul/vampire hanging from a Main Street porch!

This week, Rosendale is dark, dank, dreary, dismal and downright depressing! Nine days ( 9 days!) of clouds and raw, damp air. Please comment if you happen to think of any other “D” words that might describe the atmosphere of a chronically overcast place, like Rosendale is right now.

“But, Jane” says David, “it’s a 700-mile-wide storm system. Of course it’s cloudy.”

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Ever the realist, David is absolutely right! Doesn’t mean I have to like it.

Don’t misunderstand – we have found nothing but warmth, kindness and sunny smiles from the people of Rosendale. It’s just the darn weather that’s bumming me out. Also, I feel that poor Rosendale is being misrepresented by mother nature right now. Frankenstorm Sandy has made a probably otherwise sunny place into a torment for any sunshine-loving person.

Maybe it would be different if we weren’t waiting for our truck to be fixed. Or living in a house instead of in a trailer.

Sounds like I’m complaining. But, I can’t complain! I’m not working or commuting in traffic. I’m on the Tramper Voyage! With my wonderful David! So, really, it’s all good. I guess I just needed to vent, thank you very much.

Besides, I just discovered  that the Patricia Cornwell book I bought (used, so it was cheap) is Large Type. Which would be great, if I had low vision. But it’s irritating to read. Very few words per line. My eyeballs have to rocket back and forth across the page. Enough to give me a headache!

But enough griping about random stuff. We took a walk in town today and checked out the library and the press. Sorry, my letterpress friends, the Canal Press is offset printing.

I went inside and visited with the owner/operator. We started talking and it came out that he, too, went on an adventure when he was just about my age. He shut down the presses and took off for some months; only, he travelled all around the world, not just the U.S, staying in hostels and backpacking.

One of his best memories? Climbing up a glacier-clad volcano in Chile then looking down inside the giant crater through sulfurous  fumes at the bubbling lava. Wow! That would definitely be one of the highlights for me, too! It’s amazing what you can hear when you have the time to stop and talk to folks.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAIn the shop today, Canal Press looked to have perhaps three large presses. Nothing modern. Just really nice old-school machines, maybe 50-60 years old.

The owner showed me some of his work; I picked up a cool map of area hikes and activities that he had printed for a local client.

Another stop in town today was the library. I really love libraries and the way they encourage me to stop and stay and read. It was a perfect day for a library. All damp and dreary outside. No better place to be than a nice, warm library!

The Rosendale library used to be a church. An Episcopal church to be exact.

Rosendale Library

Rosendale Library

Built in 1876 of cement manufactured right here in Rosendale and stone cut from the rocky cliffs nearby. Interesting factoid: at one time, 50% of U.S. cement output came from Rosendale. See the post  http://wp.me/p2HFBQ-ai “The Kindness of Strangers” for some pics of an old cement plant here.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThe church was flooded twice, the last time in 1955. The Episcopalians abandoned it and the wreaking ball was all set to come knock it down when a native son, Andrew Snyder, a cement magnate, bought it and turned it over to the newly formed Rosendale Library Association in 1957.

We met one of the librarians, who was happy to tell us the history. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAIt was a busy little library, so we left her with her patrons and their books, to return again to the Tramper.

We await the completion of the 4Runner repair and plot our course for the next chapter of the Voyage.

– Jane

It really has rained very little here this week.  Grey and grey-er.  Spits a little, then an arm of blue ski teases and spirals by.  We have found a few things to do, but clearly not very captivating based on the number of comments and hits.   Don’t worry, we’ll be shiny again soon.

I feel lost without activity.  So far, we’ve found the bike ride to Mohonk and an early morning bike blast, ahead of the storm 4 miles uphill to peer into my Toyota motor.  I need exercise regularly, the halls of Sinai often supply sufficient walks, but now, alas.  The Tramper has little room for any workout, we walk to town for the laundromat.  Before long we will celebrate the spending of money.  The truck will run and we will do a day trip within reach of the shop’s warranty.  I just want to witness two or three warmup and cool off cycles before hitchin’ up and heading South.

The Delaware Water Gap is a likely stop.  Maybe Carbon County.  We will surely stop at home to treasure the family and friends so often taken for granted in normal working life.  We miss you all.  Of course I am also planning the Ski Season, just around the corner!

But, we’ll really enjoy the warm & sunny weather of Florida and Texas before we ski!

-David

DAY 45, 10/29/2012 Moved out of Camp…

We had a quiet night despite building winds and storm anxiety.  I always try to block and limit the hysteria generated by the media.  I know my risks, make my choices and get to live with them.  We have had 4 DAYS of building concern and hype.  This has allowed time our forefathers wouldn’t have had to actually prepare our properties or to worry ourselves sick.  We have confab-ed with Olivia, talked about cat boxes on basement landings, sump pump contingencies and our own decision tree (no pun intended).

By noon today, it still hasn’t rained here yet.   Sorry Baltimore, I know you are getting it now.  But I have chosen a house made of Aluminum and the big bad wolf has not yet arrived here.  We had time to have a relaxed outdoor cookout of fork-held hot dogs with our camper-neighbor friend.  New York City is shut down like much of the Mid-Atlantic.  As we cooked and ate prior to the impending days Jane and I will spend out of the rain in our little box, we heard three different trees break.  One far into the woods, eight inches in diameter.  Another just at the campground driveway 200 yards away snipped the power lines right off the telephone pole.  J and I went down, confirmed that no wires were hot (they were sheared clear off the pole), and cleared the driveway.

Casual lunch as Sandy slams the South

Casual lunch as Sandy slams the South

I made the difficult decision to impose upon our friend to take us out of camp.  This journey is temporarily inconvenienced by the absence of the truck. But I must place safety concern for Jane and I above the conveniences of camp here.  I also consider the Tramper to be irreplaceable at this time.

Just a few branches to clear our egress "just in case"

Just a few branches to clear our egress “just in case”

We now sit in town, in the middle of the Recreation Center parking lot several hundred yards from the nearest tree.  The storm is still impending, but here they expect ~2 inches of rain and 30-40 mph gusts.  We are safer.  the truck has been disassembled at Chilcott’s (they wouldn’t let me help).  And I was right, the head gasket is blown, only one cylinder had leaked, there appears barely any rung-groove, denoting little wear on the remainder of the motor.  The heads are at the machine shop with “if it aint broke, don’t fix it” instructions.  In a few days we may resume.  I may drive two or three small journeys nearby while under warranty to explore the repair before hitching up and leaving town.

The lonely little Tramper, far from any trees or limbs that could fall, ending the Voyage

The lonely little Tramper, far from any trees or limbs that could fall, ending the Voyage

Meanwhile we wait, read, and play a few games.  “Good thing Jane and I like each other.”

Wow…As I finished writing, Ken and Karl the Highway Supervisor informed us that the Rec Center has hot coffee and bathrooms available for us.  They deemed us Parking Lot Security, laughed and welcomed us heartily!

PEOPLE ARE GREAT!

– David