Marathon Driving
Yesterday was another one of those marathon driving days that RVers are not supposed to do, but that we find ourselves doing quite often. We do this sometimes when we have to get from Point A to Point B, and don’t have time to stop and play along the way. It’s not our preferred mode of travel, but what can I say? I enjoy driving my motorhome. If it’s a good day, and the Winnebago is running smooth, and we’re having a good time, why stop until we’re tired?
We left the Chesapeake Bay Thousand Trails campground at Gloucester, Virginia a little after 9 a.m., headed west on State Route 33, crossed the York River, and got onto Interstate 64 about 25 miles outside of Richmond. Once on I-64, we pointed the nose of the coach west and just let her roll.
We had never been in this part of Virginia before, and as we climbed up into the mountains, we started to see some nice fall colors. Maybe not as dramatic as we’ve seen in northern Michigan, but pretty none the less.
We passed several very nice little farms along the way.
Looks like somebody needs a new roof on their barn.
Now that’s a steep bridge! I wonder what percent that is at? I sure wouldn’t want to come down it on an icy day!
And what’s a road trip without road construction?
Just before we crossed into West Virginia, we had five miles of 5% downhill grade. We crossed the state line at 2 p.m., and Miss Terry got some pictures of the rocky hillsides alongside the highway.
West Virginia is pretty, but it’s not a place to do a lot of rubbernecking if you’re the driver. I don’t think there’s one mile of straight highway in the entire state. It’s either uphill or downhill, and you’re always winding around the side of a mountain.
At one point, near the New River Gorge, we had four miles of 7% downhill grade before we climbed back up the other side.
Interstate 64 joined the West Virginia Turnpike and followed it north to Charleston. Most of the way was winding roadway with a lot of potholes to keep us awake. Traffic in Charleston was light, and before we knew it we had passed the gold domed state capitol building and I-64 had turned back west again.
A little over an hour later, we crossed into Kentucky and pulled into the Flying J at Catlettsburg, a little after 5 p.m. We fueled up, and then pulled into one of their designated RV parking spaces.
We had not eaten all day and were famished, so we headed for the truck stop’s restaurant. Usually I’ll just order a burger at Flying J, but the buffet had a very good looking selection, so we both chose that instead. I’m not sure if it was because we were so hungry or what, but our dinner was outstanding. Much better than what we’ve come to expect for a truck stop buffet.
It was a long day, and I was ready to stop driving, so we spent the night at the Flying J, with 435 miles behind us. Yes, I know that’s a lot of miles for retired RVers. But we’re not retired, we’re still working folks who just happen to live the fulltime RV lifestyle as we run our business. We could had stopped sooner and had more miles to drive today, but as it is, we’re less than 120 miles from Kentucky Horse Park. So we can get in early today, get settled in, and then relax the rest of the day.
Thought For The Day – A conscience is what hurts when all your other parts feel so good.




You all know about Good Nick and Bad Nick, but here is a picture of
Tired Nick taken Monday night, after operating on adrenalin, nervous energy, and only about six hours sleep in two days. Miss Terry was just as exhausted, but she’s never too tired to laugh. How did a guy who looks like me ever get such a beautiful, intelligent lady to even give him a second glance? It’s one of the great mysteries of life.
Here is a shot of the crowd gathering for our official welcoming Monday night, which kicks off the rally. For most of my life, I have had such stage fright that the idea of getting up in front of even a dozen people and speaking terrified me and made me physically ill, but now I’m perfectly comfortable on stage talking to crowds like this, numbering in the hundreds.
wonderful organization called
Corporal Benson, spoke to the crowd about the mission of the air station and its role in training combat pilots for overseas deployment.
such respect for all he and the rest of our men and women in the military do for us. I know I wasn’t the only vet there with a lump in his throat, and a tear in his eye.
handled, I was only too happy to relinquish the stage to
covering my back, I can sleep tight tonight. Of course, having 5,000 U.S. Marines right across the street helps too!
overhead all day long. Menacing looking jet fighters, huge KC-135 tankers, that refuel aircraft in flight, and olive drab helicopters. Folks here at the fairgrounds learn to just ignore the noise, much like RVers ignore trains passing by. Sometimes we have to pause in our conversations, but it’s no big deal. Like I said in a blog last week, that’s the sound of freedom!
White, and Terry and I had dinner at Famous Dave’s Barbecue. Here is a picture Barbara took of our group. Tom is in the front right, Jan is in the left front, then Greg, myself, and Miss Terry. Barbara was behind the camera, so you can’t see her smiling dace. Some people say that Greg and I look a lot alike, but I don’t see the resemblance. I’m much prettier!

