Greetings from Weaver’s Needle RV Park in Apache Junction, Arizona. About 45 minutes east of Phoenix, in the shadow of the Superstition Mountains. We arrived here November 15th, but had to uproot ourselves again on the 19th to hustle our behinds up to the Bay Area (San Leandro, across the bay from San Francisco) for Jeanie’s daughter Felicia’s wedding. More on that later in this post.
We finally left the Black Bear Campground in Florida, NY, the 28th of October, after 2 1/2 months of commuting in to New York City. Can’t say as we were particularly heartbroken to leave (although we had a heck of a good time with Jeanie’s son Aaron, his wife Thiara, and their son Brando, now just over one year old). Black Bear was the closest campground we could find near Manhattan, and was nearly an hour and a half away, when the traffic was good. The place was a bit run down. But sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do, to paraphrase the Duke. We hit a tremendous rainstorm in New Jersey as we headed south, coming down hard enough that the New Jersey authorities actually warned anyone hauling a trailer to get off the NJ Turnpike. Some mention of tornado activity, though we never saw anything other than a few scattered funnel-clouds. By the time we reached College Park, Maryland, just outside of Washington DC, things had settled down a bit, and we enjoyed clear (though cold) weather for the next few days.
College Park is home to the University of Maryland, an absolutely gorgeous campus. A quaint string of shops and restaurants in the vicinity, otherwise there wasn’t a lot to recommend the town itself. Brick city. The traffic noise around the whole area was cacophanous, there being an estimated 37 highways intersecting somewhere nearby. Hard to believe so many cars in one place. Anyway, Jeanie and I used the time to do a little sightseeing. Took the Metro into DC to visit the Capitol Mall, and to sneak a peek into the Air and Space Museum (just one of the several Smithsonian museums). The Mall area is HUGE! Something a little surreal about it. We came in on a Sunday, when most of the buildings were closed, and, except for the ceaseless traffic, things were pretty quiet. Visited the Lincoln Memorial. Then the Vietnam War Memorial, where we found Jeanie’s brother Johnny’s name. Very sobering, and everything you’ve ever heard about the place is probably true. Same for the Korean War Memorial. Eerie and profound. I’ll see if we can get some pictures of these places uploaded soon.
As we were on a bit of a tight schedule, we broke camp on Monday and headed further south until we reached I-40, then drove west. Passed through a virtual treasure trove of Civil War history, as well as the stompin’ grounds for just about everybody who was anybody during America’s infancy and toddlerhood. Jefferson. Lee. Washington. And a certain Confederate General Nathan Bedford Forrest (a Civil War hero, and the first Imperial Wizard of the KKK, a not-so-unhappy distinction for many of the people living here…go figure).