It was a beautiful day as we drove out of the Cherry Hill Campground in College Park, MD, which was very different from the weather we had experienced the last three days here. Our next destination is Michigan where we will celebrate with Jim and Lila on the occasion of their 50th wedding anniversary.
Tom chose to take the scenic route off the beaten path for our drive north, something our family enjoys when he does. My official job when we are traveling with the trailer is to figure out where we are going to be and when, what campgrounds are available in that area, and then make the reservation. We were going to be somewhere in the Cleveland, Ohio area this evening, so I began searching my Travel Directory for somewhere to park for the night. The only campground I found that was open (in the north, most don't open up until sometime in May) was going to be farther than we were willing to drive, so we ended up spending the night parked in a truck stop on the Ohio turnpike.
Yes, you read that right -- in a truck stop. When we pulled in around 8:30 p.m., there were many empty spaces in the lot. Tom parked our trailer along the perimeter, up against a guardrail that had grass on the other side so we could take the poochies out. Our generator quit working prior to getting to DC, so we used flashlights for the rest of the night because we weren't sure how much charge the trailer batteries still had. I'm sure you are all familiar with the sound that a semi truck makes when it is idling. Now multiply that by about 100 and you can imagine what sounds we listened to all night. The trucks came and went throughout the night, and at one point, they had completely boxed us in there were so many in the lot. Sometimes they sounded like they were going to run right into us they were so close. The kids were keeping watch up in their loft, and said that one came so close, they don't know how he missed hitting us. He then came to a rest with his engine idling, just feet from where our heads were laying.
Fortunately, Tom, who was sleeping with earplugs, got a good night's sleep and we were up and on the road by 7:00 a.m.
Tom chose to take the scenic route off the beaten path for our drive north, something our family enjoys when he does. My official job when we are traveling with the trailer is to figure out where we are going to be and when, what campgrounds are available in that area, and then make the reservation. We were going to be somewhere in the Cleveland, Ohio area this evening, so I began searching my Travel Directory for somewhere to park for the night. The only campground I found that was open (in the north, most don't open up until sometime in May) was going to be farther than we were willing to drive, so we ended up spending the night parked in a truck stop on the Ohio turnpike.
Yes, you read that right -- in a truck stop. When we pulled in around 8:30 p.m., there were many empty spaces in the lot. Tom parked our trailer along the perimeter, up against a guardrail that had grass on the other side so we could take the poochies out. Our generator quit working prior to getting to DC, so we used flashlights for the rest of the night because we weren't sure how much charge the trailer batteries still had. I'm sure you are all familiar with the sound that a semi truck makes when it is idling. Now multiply that by about 100 and you can imagine what sounds we listened to all night. The trucks came and went throughout the night, and at one point, they had completely boxed us in there were so many in the lot. Sometimes they sounded like they were going to run right into us they were so close. The kids were keeping watch up in their loft, and said that one came so close, they don't know how he missed hitting us. He then came to a rest with his engine idling, just feet from where our heads were laying.
Fortunately, Tom, who was sleeping with earplugs, got a good night's sleep and we were up and on the road by 7:00 a.m.
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