.....it never ceases to amaze me that there is this immediate camaraderie with other vagabonds, but there almost always is, and I am so grateful. We had an immediate connection with our guests, and within minutes of meeting them it felt like we had known them for a long time. As we said our 'until next times' I glanced at my watch to see that almost two hours had elapsed since we met for dinner.
When we left the Newell to drive into town at 4:45 pm it was still daylight. We have never driven back to the Newell at our current boondocking spot at night, but I assumed the almost full moon would be up when we returned so we could see the Newell from the road, but it wasn't. It was, instead, pitch black as we passed the Rockhouse Road exit. At night distances are difficult to judge, and after a couple of minutes I thought we had passed the entrance to our location, so we turned around heading back toward Rockhouse Road. Well, we hadn't gone too far....it just seemed that we had. Suddenly TLE says she can see the Rockhouse Road sign, and we know we're at least ¼ to ½ mile past that sign, so we turn around again. All of the sudden I'm thinking "How are we going to find the coach in this pitch darkness? Are we going to drive up and down S-22 for hours looking for something that can't be seen? Are we going to be reduced to getting out of the car and walking along the shoulder hoping to see the Newell?". I had left one inside light on, but I knew I could not see that from the highway. We turned into two likely entrances, but no RV's. I'm beginning to think we may be driving in circles trying to find our home in the inky blackness indefinitely. We continue to creep along the highway about 10 mph going north straining our eyes to see any source of light....finally we come over a small rise and I see the lights of the Class A motorhome of Brandon, our neighbor.......we both sigh audibly as we finally pull into the correct entrance and see the Newell sitting there regally in the darkness awaiting our return. Normally, our flag pole with a very bright LED light on top would have made this much easier, but I had taken down the flagpole due to the high winds, so that one landmark was not there to guide us home....crazy, huh?
We spent what remained of Tuesday watching a recorded Hallmark movie, and were in bed by 9:30 pm enjoying the fact that we had made it home, and were hearing NO wind this night.....thanks for stopping by!