We pulled into camp yesterday around 4 pm. I am spoiled. RV Parks should be like Country Waye in Luray – or KY Horse Park in Lexington. We are right off 21 and next to a car wash. Pretty bleak. But I am here for visiting and checking out the town.
LKs sister and her family came down from Lexington yesterday for a quick visit. I feel bad we didn’t just sit around a campfire and talk but we were hungry and tired. So Cracker Barrel it was. She found a yummy goat milk lotion – the scent was “Blue Ridge Wildflowers” and having lived on the Blue Ridge Mountains for 10 year — they got the smell right. I bought a few things. = 0)
My uncle started having some heart flutters. We didn’t hesitate and took him to the ER. He is fine but better safe than sorry. His new thyroid med is the culprit.
Sitting in the waiting room LK has his laptop, I had my netbook, my aunt had her iPhone, I showed her my iTouch — then some unsavory looking man said “Where y’all staying?” WTF? Maybe I am just not as trusting as I should be but really WHAT THE FUCK! LK said over by the interstate. I would NOT have been so nice.
I haven’t seen much of Berea but I am hopeful today’s visiting puts it in a better light. I feel like I could have gone to any small town in NC with some craft shops and saved the 8 hour drive.
Saw little carnage inside upon arrival. I am learning where to stow things when we are mobile. I lost a horse head figurine I bought several years ago during my first trip to Kentucky Horse Park. Sad moment. Swapping my desk and futon really helped keep the disarray down.
While on the road a fellow WolfPack fan spotted my flag hanging in the window and gave us the HOWL hand signal. Very cool — other than that the trip here was (as we like it) uneventful.