The drizzle continued all night. Sleeping was wonderful, but the KOA has the same glassy look as the nearby river. Another six inches or so and we may all become one. We got big wheels. We’re outta here before then.
We finally unhooked the 5er. Then Margo put me behind the wheel. She regretted it within 200 yards. Oh, well. It’s not like I was intentionally driving poorly so the passenger will take over driving before she throws up scenario. That would be cruel.
This F250 Ford is remarkably bigger than the 1500 Chevy Silverado we had. It barely fits in a large parking space. In tight spaces, we fold the mirrors against the side windows. I got to admit that’s a cool thing. Works really well when I have to dodge a post or somethin’.
I’m amazed at the size of the rigs here. I thought our rig was big. These could swallow our rig and have room for a teardrop camper and a smart car. The trucks hauling them are about the same size as ours but obviously bigger engines. They crank up an engine across the park, and I have to hang onto my drink. As their duallies crush through puddles they create tidal waves. I’ve already had to throw life preservers to several crazy, wet hikers.
We wandered historical New Bern, but we look like fish out of water. Everyone is in heavy waterproof coats and hats. We are in sweaters and no hats. Their heads are down; Ours is up yelling, “Lookit that.” Like a bunch of turkeys. As it began to rain, which it wasn’t supposed to do, Margo popped open the smallest umbrella ever made. We fought for the dry sweet spot the whole way back to the truck. I lost so I got to drive again. With unerring daring and innate sense of direction, I eventually found Lowe’s Hardware. Margo says we need a heavy flat-head screwdriver to pry stuff. I think we needed a small, steel pry bar since that’s why she’s buying the screwdriver. Screwdriver it is. Into the basket went more batteries and another indoor/outdoor thermometer. It wasn’t until a few days ago we found the outdoor remote of the 5er thermometer doesn’t work. “That’s odd”, I say. “I have the same problem with the one I switched out from the RV to the van”… sigh. A new thermometer went in the basket.
I sped over to the Super Walmart with Margo hanging on and yelling Aaaeeeeeeee. I think that means, Stay up with Traffic. I did, although they were pretty durn fast. I slipped into a parking spot and parked front out so I can make a speedy get away.
The SW was a super duper Walmart. Things were sort of in the same place as back home but not exactly. I needed to carry a tall stepladder around so I could find my way through the maze of too-tall shelves. It reminded me of trees on the interstate.
Finally, shopping done we hurried home to let the dogs out. Aaaeeeeeeee says Margo. That means thanks for getting home quickly.
Margo doesn’t feel well so she went to wash clothes. I offered to drive her over.