Wherever the Road Leads

Disaster Strikes Again

But the good news is…

…it struck everyone.

Maybe the Georgia Power guys who helped me last week got sidetracked, but the entire campground was plunged into darkness last night around 10:00pm. It was a great relief to look outside and see total blackness, including the light that is generally shining near the office by the restroom.

With flashlight in hand, I walked around to where a motor home and some folks were reveling in limited light. I asked them if they had power. The owner said he had some, but his air conditioning had stopped. He may have more battery back-up than I do. He may have an on-board generator. To be sure, I went to the darkened restrooms then tried to turn on a light. Nothing doing.

I attempted to watch an episode of Blue Bloods which I have loaded on my laptop and would run on its battery power but the exercise exhausted me, so I called it a night. I was awakened at 11:30 by the ‘beep’ of the microwave, a sound I am now programmed to hear, signaling that power had been restored.

From heart-sinking, gut-wrenching feeling to all’s well that ends well. There is joy in Mudville.



Here’s how convenient the office, showers, laundry and restroom are.




It’s taking me a while to get used to driving again in rural Georgia. One very good thing about Toronto is that, theoretically, it’s an easy city to drive in. Toronto streets are pure grid. With only a handful of exceptions, roads either go north-south or east-west. You are always within a mile of a given grocery store, pharmacy or Wal-Mart, with a Tim Horton’s every third business.

Making it a little more difficult is that fact that the Terrorists are more used to herding camels than they are driving a car, and the Chinese are much better with rickshaws, plus the roads rival Michigan’s for being the most tore up. However if you can avoid being hit, Toronto is quite convenient. (There’s an old joke: What do you get when you cross a Black man and a Chinaman? A car thief who can’t drive.)

I sure am getting my money’s worth from my discount deal, obsolete, can’t be updated GPS. It seems to know these rural roads much better than I do and did a banner job getting me to the church on time. Although, given my destination, maybe it had a little more help from above than solely a satellite. Most likely if my mission had been to buy cigarettes, whisky and lottery tickets, I’d have ended up as lost as last year’s Easter Egg.

It was great to return to Faith Baptist Church. It’s just a little ole’ country church, but you sure do feel the Holy Spirit. Those who remembered me were most gracious in welcoming me back. We sang, “Amazing Grace”, my theme song, …” who saved a wretch like me…”.


Tupelo the RV Kitty seems a lot better. He still has bald patches above his eyes and thinning towards his ears… it happened so quickly. But he has pretty much stopped scratching there and both the redness and what looked like red dots inside the bald area have gone. His appetite is greatly improved and he seems to prefer the Meow Mix at $4.00 per bucket instead of his healthier, specialty cat food at $12 per ounce in Canada, plus 13% HST.


I hope it’s cleared up because I don’t think I could stand seeing him again the way he was. Poor kitty. The fleabag.


Finally, today, with thanks to my cousin, Doug. My trailer is a Flagstaff 26DS Super-Lite. (26′, Dinette Slide), built by Forest River. The company has formed an owner’s group “made up of Forest River and affiliated brand RV owners from all across the United States and Canada, dedicated to having fun and enjoying the RV lifestyle, however they define it.” Their website features a forum – owners helping other owners and offering suggestions, helpful links and notice of upcoming RV shows in various cities.

Any owner of family member can join the Forest River Owner’s Group… or F.R.O.G., as it’s known, and can proudly let the world know that s/he is a group member.


Wear in Quebec at your own risk.

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