daugen
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Conspicuous Consumption NC...
with a receding stiff neck after a long hot shower, I am safely "berthed" in a large rv park South of Roanoke Rapids/Weldon NC, just South of the Virginia line, a mile East of Route 95. Proximity to 95 is why this park exists. Mostly filled with large Class A rv's and 36 foot fifthwheels pulled by diesel duallies. All big iron that find the layout here super easy to navigate. And the free internet remarkably fast. I already checked, easy to watch a movie on Netflix without speed issues. I'll give my little Verizon mifi a break for the next two days.
The ride here should have taken three hours and it took four, a prime contributor to my stiff neck. I had it all written down on my big tablet, easy directions and the gps started squawking turn left, turn left. Why? Low underpass ahead? So I went left and oh my seventeen miles through the boonies again. Except this time the roads were a little flatter, and the plowed fields a little less red. The gps was determined to take me to 95 it's own way and in some ways no complaints, I must have crossed over Lake Gaston four times as the road rambled all over the place. The speed limits are only 45 and 55, slowed down a bit from further West, on secondaries, but there is no warning before coming up on these really narrow bridges crossing the Lake, which granted aren't very long, but luckily I never met anyone on them. But several WHOA events when I came around a turn to see a little bridge over water and the road turns right before the bridge. Scenic, in a Porsche...
So it was not a relaxing drive, and I'm going to follow my own directions next time, particularly if it's on major roads. Could be the gps is trying for shortest distance instead of shortest time. It took me almost an hour longer to go the shorter distance...
I have one of those microwaveable heat wraps for my neck and that works wonder erasing one too many curves for the day.
Boy, every half hour or so the train horns blow, and I just love train horns. I Googled the area and yup there's the line going through Weldon.
Does the Acela run along 95?
Almost all the sites around me are full, good thing I got here earlier. Constant sound of air brakes hissing, and the parking brakes going on, to the sigh of the driver I'm sure. The guy next to me with his beautiful 40 ft diesel pusher rv, going home to Maine after the winter in Florida mentioned that despite his buying this rig last August he already has two foot itis and wants a tag axle/dual rear axle larger motorhome. Some things don't change...and that keeps the economy stronger I suppose. One of the appeals of the 42-45 foot double rear axle motorhomes is that they allow the rear of the rv to be one huge bathroom from side to side, privately to the rear of the master bedroom. Which is exactly, btw, how they do it in a Hatteras 72 motoryacht and larger megayachts. A lot of yachting ideas trickle down to rv'ing; basically how to stuff the most amenities in the smallest space.
Most of my neighbors will be on the road again tomorrow morning. Not me. I don't know how much racket the outgoing crowd will make, but they usually are going very slowly.
with a receding stiff neck after a long hot shower, I am safely "berthed" in a large rv park South of Roanoke Rapids/Weldon NC, just South of the Virginia line, a mile East of Route 95. Proximity to 95 is why this park exists. Mostly filled with large Class A rv's and 36 foot fifthwheels pulled by diesel duallies. All big iron that find the layout here super easy to navigate. And the free internet remarkably fast. I already checked, easy to watch a movie on Netflix without speed issues. I'll give my little Verizon mifi a break for the next two days.
The ride here should have taken three hours and it took four, a prime contributor to my stiff neck. I had it all written down on my big tablet, easy directions and the gps started squawking turn left, turn left. Why? Low underpass ahead? So I went left and oh my seventeen miles through the boonies again. Except this time the roads were a little flatter, and the plowed fields a little less red. The gps was determined to take me to 95 it's own way and in some ways no complaints, I must have crossed over Lake Gaston four times as the road rambled all over the place. The speed limits are only 45 and 55, slowed down a bit from further West, on secondaries, but there is no warning before coming up on these really narrow bridges crossing the Lake, which granted aren't very long, but luckily I never met anyone on them. But several WHOA events when I came around a turn to see a little bridge over water and the road turns right before the bridge. Scenic, in a Porsche...
So it was not a relaxing drive, and I'm going to follow my own directions next time, particularly if it's on major roads. Could be the gps is trying for shortest distance instead of shortest time. It took me almost an hour longer to go the shorter distance...
I have one of those microwaveable heat wraps for my neck and that works wonder erasing one too many curves for the day.
Boy, every half hour or so the train horns blow, and I just love train horns. I Googled the area and yup there's the line going through Weldon.
Does the Acela run along 95?
Almost all the sites around me are full, good thing I got here earlier. Constant sound of air brakes hissing, and the parking brakes going on, to the sigh of the driver I'm sure. The guy next to me with his beautiful 40 ft diesel pusher rv, going home to Maine after the winter in Florida mentioned that despite his buying this rig last August he already has two foot itis and wants a tag axle/dual rear axle larger motorhome. Some things don't change...and that keeps the economy stronger I suppose. One of the appeals of the 42-45 foot double rear axle motorhomes is that they allow the rear of the rv to be one huge bathroom from side to side, privately to the rear of the master bedroom. Which is exactly, btw, how they do it in a Hatteras 72 motoryacht and larger megayachts. A lot of yachting ideas trickle down to rv'ing; basically how to stuff the most amenities in the smallest space.
Most of my neighbors will be on the road again tomorrow morning. Not me. I don't know how much racket the outgoing crowd will make, but they usually are going very slowly.