|Sun, 22 Sep: We actually drove more than thirty miles today...
Yes, none of these wimpy twenty and thirty mile days. We not only drove more than thirty miles, we actually crossed a state line!
Today was the last day of the FMCA regional rally at the Elkhart County Fairgrounds in Goshen, and they had to get somewhere around 500 rigs out by noon. Given that most of the folks were planning to dump their holding tanks, we envisioned quite a pileup. Hence, we elected to get an early start and even set our alarm clock!!!
We rolled wheels a few minutes before eight and took some county roads east and then south to join up with US 33. But first, Goshen had to treat us to one last train, this one a three engine Norfolk Southern that pulled a few miles (or so it seemed) worth of intermodular cargo.
Once on US 33 we headed southeast toward Fort Wayne and then Decatur. The road is in excellent condition and traffic very lite. We did encounter quite a number of buggies laden with Amish folk heading to Sunday worship. It was cool enough that the horses were snorting "steam" as they trotted along. An impressive sight.
US 33 crossed into Ohio and we continued east to I 75, which we joined for the trip south to Dayton. We broke for lunch at a rest stop and bypassed Dayton to US 35 east where we picked up US 42 south and then some very narrow county roads to the Frontier Campground in Waynesville.
Today's trip distance was 223 miles via US 33, I 75, US 35, & US 42. Carpe yielded a respectible 8.7 miles per gallon.
Frontier Campground is yet another example of places that claim to be "big rig friendly" but, in reality, are not. The campground is heavily wooded, which makes for lovely ambiance and many low hanging branches just dying to rip off an antenna or awning. Somehow, however, Bob managed to shoehorn Carpe into a full hookup 50 amp site. Sandi is already fretting about how she'll get out, but that's a few days down the road.
Once settled in we called Bob's Aunt Betty and Cousins Jim & Linda. They're the main reason we're visiting here. Aunt Betty is 93 years young and we make it a point to visit every time we're in this corner of America. They invited us to join them for dinner, which was a celebration of Jim's ** birthday (we do know the number, but won't share it!)
We returned to the coach a bit after ten and enjoyed getting into our bed. It was quite cool overnite so the heat was cycling on and off. With no trains to rattle and shake the coach we both slept well. The wooded site kept it dark enough for us to stay snug under the blankets until almost nine... That's probably a record for us.
Mon, 23 Sep: Family time!
We really slept in this morning. Frontier Campground is very, very quiet, especially after all the trains in Goshen. That, and the heavily wooded campsite kept things dark enough for us to sleep in until almost nine. Delish!!!
We called Aunt Betty and offered to take her out for lunch. She agreed and we drove to Centerville a bit before one to pick her up. We went to Cracker Barrel, always a favorite of ours and had a predictably excellent meal. We then drove back to the campground to show Aunt Betty our coach. She had never seen it and was anxious to visit. She's a real trooper and enjoyed learning all about our nomadic lifestyle.
Back to Centerville later that afternoon. Cousins Jim and Linda arrived home a bit after six and we decided to dine at City Bar-B-Q. We've never eaten there, but our family does and said it is pretty good. Since they're from Kansas City, "pretty good" is a raving endorsement. We shared a rack of ribs and there wasn't anything left except the bones. We'll definitely return there on our next visit.
Another late nite, arriving home around ten.
Tue, 24 Sep: Tourist time.
All the family was busy today with that W-stuff and volunteer activities so we were on our own. For us, a highlight of visiting Dayton is spending time at the U.S. Air Force Museum at Wright-Patterson AFB. Last visit we spent three days at the museum, and still didn't see everything. We decided to head back and look at some highlights.
We took our time and didn't leave home until after ten. We arrived at the museum around eleven and immediately headed for the WW II gallery. They have an amazing collection of WW II aircraft, most notably the B-29 "Bok's Car" that dropped the Fat Boy bomb on Nagasaki, effectively ending WW II. We were suitably impressed
We spent time in the Berlin Airlift section of the Cold War gallery. We've both read the book "The Candy Bombers" that depicted the nuts and bolts of the Airlift. As expected, the museum did an excellent job.
In the Cold War Gallery they have a B-36 bomber, which always blows Sandi away. This monster strategic bomber with its six R4360 piston engines plus four J47 turbojet engines, was our nation's last propeller bomber. Sandi vividly recalls an afternoon in the late 40s or early 50s when a flight of B-36s flew over her home in Pennsylvania. A truly memorable sight and sound that shook the ground.
We left the museum around two and stopped for lunch at a fast food joint near the base and then headed home. It felt really good to put our feet up. A lazy dinner from our freezer and a very relaxing evening.
We're "outta heah" tomorrow morning and will try to get into the FMCA Campground in nearby Cincinnati. They don't take reservations so we'll get an early start hoping to find an available site.