Yes, an early start to this road trip. And a cool damp start to the day here in Durham. We are on our way to Simpsonville, South Carolina. We have to be there before Friday June 2nd for Kayleigh's graduation. Big weekend of celebrations!
Once again we took a slightly different route. As we headed along Hwy 6 south, we took the "Victoria Road" exit, at the north of Guelph. That is the road we remained on all the way to Freelton.
The rest of the drive to the USA Border was just as easy.
Although there was a long line up of traffic over the bridge.
We were lucky enough to have another really happy, pleasant Customs Officer, and the chat with him must have lasted at least 45 seconds
Excellent!.
Now we only have a problem with the fog and drizzle. Not a real pretty drive. But then the wind started, which thankfully blew away the fog and rain, leaving us in sunshine. So far, so good.
As it was "Memorial Day in USA the roads were quite busy. So I didn't get to take so many pictures.
Our destination tonight is Cooks Forest State Park. We have been there several times before, and always enjoyed it.
The river at the park was closed to boating and canoeing as the river had risen 2 feet in 3 hours this morning, due to all the rain north of the park over the weekend.
After dinner we lit the campfire - as did our younger neighbours. It was really relaxing and peaceful.
However, that only lasted about 15 minutes. "Mr. Bigshot" next door decided the whole campground needed to listen to HIS music, which he accompanied by - I think it is called singing!
The little "wife/girlfriend" wandered over to their pick up truck and collected an armful of wood. Guess it's going to be a long night. She very sweetly asked "Is the music too loud or disturbing you?" Well being honest and truthful citizens we said "Yes, just a little."
"Oh, sorry. We'll turn it down" Which - bless her, she did.
Mr. Bigshot did not take kindly to this, and in a matter of a minute there was a full blown argument going on in the neighbours campsite. Mr. Bigshot apparently decided he had paid his camping fees and could do what the **** he wanted to do. If we didn't like it he could help us change our mind. I suggested to Mike that we just pack up and find another site the opposite side of the park. But he said he thought it would be OK in a few minutes.
Some other campers were taking an evening stroll around the area, probably trying to work out where all the noise was coming from.
Anyway, Mr. Bigshot, all pleasant and gushing, ran out to greet them, very loudly - had to be loud or they wouldn't have heard over the music. They chatted for few minutes, then Mr. Bigshot went back to his fire. Luckily his mood seemed to be a bit calmer. May be all would be good now.
Yes it was much better for another hour. Then the voices, both human and musical, were all raised once again. It did sound to us that these two were really "stoned" on something.
When the conversation by Mr. Bigshot got to be "I don't mind being roughed up and I don't care who I rough up" We weren't sure if he was speaking of people in general, or his sexual preferences. And that is when Mike asked me how quickly we could pack everything away and leave. My reply was "Two minutes or less!" OK, so it may have taken 4 minutes.
Now what? Now where? It was dark and about 9.30 pm. We had two choices that we could think of. Hit the road - or talk to the Camp Ground Host, who could give us another site.
The choice we took, was the safer for us. Get the heck out of Dodge, and miles away from Mr. Bigshot, before he took any more "stuff".
So now we are on a tiny road, in the hills, leading out of Cook's Forest, pitch black out here and no idea where we were going. We could head to 1-80 and travel, or go to the next town , Brockville. We decided on Brockville, as we had been there many years ago, and there was a nice hotel there at that time, The Golden Eagle.
We had only been on the road a few minutes when a white pick up truck came barrelling down the hill. Most of PA is on a hill - or so it seemed. He was so fast and close it was almost as if he was pushing us. Just a little concerning as we really didn't know the road, and as I have said it was pitch black out here. However, we made Brockville in very good time, and thankfully in one piece.
Found the Golden Eagle, and also found the Office/Lobby was all closed up, as was the Restaurant and Bar. OK, where next?
We had passed a new Super 8 on the way into town, so we headed back there. As luck would have it the Lobby was open and a very pleasant young man helped us out. So by 10.45 pm we were settled in a nice comfortable, very quiet room.
This has been a very long, first day of travelling. Left Durham about 6.45 am. Crossed the border about 10.30 am, or close to. Arrived at Cook's Forest about 4.30 pm. Settled there for a while then had to move on and arrived at the motel about 10.45 pm.
WOW! Never a dull moment. We need a rest.
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