When we arrived at the Kentucky Horse Park on Sunday the place was packed, but by yesterday it was almost a ghost town. There were probably only a half dozen or so other RVs on our entire loop.

With our business in Lexington finished, we had no reason to hang around any longer, and we were eager to get on down the road. So yesterday we left the Horse Park about mid-morning, and took Interstate 75 south for 166 miles to the Escapees Raccoon Valley campground in Heiskell, Tennessee. It was an easy trip, and took about three hours, including a stop at the Tennessee Welcome Center along the way.

In this area, the fall colors are really fantastic, and we oohed and aahed all the way.

We passed some pretty farms, and Miss Terry was busy snapping pictures with her digital camera.

When you’re rolling down the interstate at 62 miles per hour, you really don’t want to see this in front of you! Did somebody make a wrong turn? Should we scream now? Actually, the semi tractor was being pulled backwards by another truck, going the same direction we were.

The more I drive our Winnebago Ultimate Advantage, the more I like it. Just inside of the Tennessee state line, headed south, you climb up Jellico Mountain. We have been over this stretch of roadway many times in our old MCI bus conversion, and we’d just creep our way up in the right lane at 15 to 18 miles per hour, with our radiator misters on. I gave the Winnebago some extra throttle to keep from lugging down, the 350 Cummins turbo diesel just purred right along, and we topped out at 64 miles per hour!

Near Clinton, Tennessee, we crossed the Clinch River, once a major source of freshwater mussels and pearls. In the late 19th and early 20th centuries, the freshwater pearl industry was a major economic factor in this region of the southern Appalachians, but the damming of rivers, including the Clinch, by the Tennessee Valley Authority to provide electrical power, destroyed the mussel and pearl trade. I’d love to kayak this river one of these days.

We have not been to Raccoon Valley in a couple of years, but it has always been one of our favorite Escapees RV parks. Since our last visit, they have had a major upgrade to both the clubhouse and the RV sites, and we were impressed with the improvements.

Once we got parked and settled in, we went up to the clubhouse for the daily 4 p.m. social hour, which had a nice turnout. We saw a lot of familiar faces, including Art and Caroline Fennell, Mary Gallivan, Rich and Mary Coppens, and Wayne, the campground host. There were several others, but it’s late and I’m tired, so I’m afraid some names escape me right now.

We’ll be here a few days, getting the rest of the new issue mailed out, catching up on some chores, and just enjoying time with our Escapee friends. We’re headed for Florida, but we don’t have a schedule locked in. We want to stop in the Titusville area to see our friends Pete and Connie Bradish, and Tim and Ann Moran; I have some nephews and a niece in the St. Petersburg area that I have not seen in years and whom I want to get reacquainted with; we want to spend some time with Jim and Chris Guld from Geeks on Tour, either in Fort Lauderdale, or at the Peace River NACO preserve; and no trip to Florida is complete without a stop at the Escapees Sumter Oaks campground in Bushnell. We also plan to spend some time in Key West, and paddling our kayaks in the beautiful blue green waters of the Keys.

We don’t have any place we have to be until our Arizona Gypsy Gathering rally in Yuma in March, and after having commitments all year long, we like that a lot!

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Several readers have written to ask why we didn’t visit Colonial Williamsburg during our recent trip to Virginia, suggesting that it would be a good story for the Gypsy Journal. We have also had e-mails from readers in the last couple of weeks wanting to know why we didn’t tour this place or that place during our week in Washington D.C., and asking how we choose which places to write about.

Several factors play into it, including our personal interests, the time we have available, whether or not we have covered something similar in a recent issue, and whether or not the attraction, museum, or whatever will give us complimentary admissions, and a media kit to help us develop a story.

We have no interest in theme parks, so you’ll probably never read a feature about Dollywood, Disneyland, or Silver Dollar City in the paper or the blog. Besides which, those places have been done to death. When possible, we prefer the lesser known attractions and places to visit. That’s not to say we don’t hit some major stops along the way – in the new issue of the Gypsy Journal we have stories on the National Holocaust Museum, the Bureau of Engraving and Printing, the Newseum, and the American Indian Museum, to name a few.

Terry and I love history, and we could easily fill every issue with just stories about this famous Revolutionary War or Civil War battlefield, that old fort, and those historic homes. But not everybody is a history nut, so we have to try and temper our interests and include different kinds of stories to make the Gypsy Journal meet a wide variety of interests.

Some readers wanted to know why we didn’t tour the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum while we were in Washington. Well, first of all, we just didn’t have the time. And, we have done stories in the past on the Naval Aviation Museum in Pensacola, Florida; the Pima Air Museum in Tucson; and the Mid-America Air Museum in Liberal, Kansas. Not to mention a couple of rocket museums along the way. 

We also have a policy of not paying to tour an attraction that we are then going to write about and give thousands of dollars worth of free publicity to. We visit a lot of places in the course of a year, and paying $15, $20, or more each for the two of us to get into all of them would not fit into our budget. We’d have loved to have visited Colonial Williamsburg and included a feature story for the paper, but they declined to supply us with media passes, or even a media kit to work with. Hopefully we can work something out with them the next time we’re in that area.

This may sound like we’re looking for a handout, but that’s not the case at all. Every publication, indeed every business, has a budget that they work within.  When we work together with an attraction, we both win. We feel that we give the places we write about a lot of excellent exposure, and judging by the feedback we get from them, they do too.  If an attraction or museum won’t provide us  media passes, and we don’t have a deep enough interest or desire to pay to see it, we’ll look for someplace else to write about.

There is never a shortage of places for us to discover, and the good news is that if we don’t got to some attraction this time around, we have a great excuse to go back again someday!

Thought For The Day – Life is like a coin. You can spend it any way you wish, but you only spend it once.

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My annual checkup at the V.A. hospital here in Lexington, Kentucky was scheduled for 10 a.m. yesterday, but we arrived a half hour early, and within about 5 minutes I was in an exam room where a nurse took my vitals, and then she took me in to see my doctor.

He read over my file, we talked a little bit about some little problems I’ve been having, he entered an order for refills on a couple of prescriptions, and told me to have a nice winter. The next stop was the lab in the basement, where they drew blood, told me they were out of flu shots, and sent me on my way. We were back in the van and headed home by 10:30. They sure do work fast there!

It looks like I’ll be kicking around this old rock a few more years at least, and that’s good news, because there’s a lot I still have left to see and do.

I’m still not completely decided about switching to the Tucson V.A. hospital for my primary care, because the folks here in Lexington have taken very good care of me. It’s just not very convenient to get here at times.

I really wish Lexington had more than one RV park, because we really don’t care for Kentucky Horse Park. It’s always crowded, and at $28 a night for a back-in water and electric RV site, it’s certainly no bargain. There are other RV parks south of Lexington, down around Berea, but by the time you pay for gas to run back and forth, you don’t save any money. At least it’s a short drive from the Horse Park to the V.A. hospital.  

Back at the motorhome, I got the new digital issue uploaded and sent e-mails to our digital subscribers with a link to access it. For some reason, a couple of e-mails bounced back, so if you subscribe to the digital issue and didn’t get the e-mail, let me know and we’ll figure out what went wrong.

A few days ago I wrote about my first impressions of the new Droid Incredible phone, and somebody e-mailed to tell me that they had heard the battery life isn’t great. That’s true, compared to the Blackberry Storm I had before, the Droid’s battery goes down somewhat faster. Especially if you are using a lot of apps at once, such as the GPS, or the Bluetooth. I don’t use the Bluetooth at all, and I keep the GPS feature turned off if I’m not using it, and I can go about 24 hours between battery charges, unless I spend a lot of time talking on the telephone. When I got the phone, I also got the accessory 12 volt battery charger cord, and I have found it useful, especially when using the GPS in the van.

Somebody on the Escapees Forum posted some info about out a new app for both Droids and iPhones called Allstays Camp and RV, which lists all kinds of great information, including WalMart and Sam’s Club stores with RV parking, Cracker Barrel restaurants, truck stops, highway rest areas, private and public campgrounds, Camping World stores, RV service facilities, and so much more that I can’t list everything here.

The app uses Google maps to locate things in your immediate area, with filters so that you only see the things you want to see. All you do is select a location, and it navigates you right to it! At $3.99, it’s a heck of an investment. I downloaded it to my Droid and have used it already. 

Isn’t technology a wonderful thing!

Thought For A Day – Every path has some puddles.

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The Flying J at at Catlettsburg, Kentucky had several dedicated RV parking sites, but we were the only RV there Saturday night, which is a first for us. Usually Flying Js fill up with RVs early and they stay overnight, taking advantage of the company’s RV friendly hospitality.

I don’t drink coffee because it might stunt my growth, and I’ll be short when I grow up. But Miss Terry needs a cup or three to get her going for the day, so while she was “putting on her face” yesterday morning, I walked into the truck stop store and got her a large cup. Coming back, I snapped a couple of pictures of our Winnebago in the RV parking area.

By the way, what is this whole “putting on my face” thing with ladies about anyway? What’s wrong with the face she wore when we went to bed last night, and that I woke up to this morning? It looked darned beautiful to me. How come it’s not good enough for the rest of the world?

We pulled out of the Flying J about 9:30 and had an easy run west on Interstate 64, passing some nice farmland along the way. There were some rolling hills, but nothing like what we had in Virginia and West Virginia the day before.

We arrived at the Kentucky Horse Park campground about noon and the place was a madhouse, as weekend campers were pulling out in a hurry to get home, and new folks were coming in. At the dump station, a fellow in a motorhome in front of us almost backed into us after he was finished. All he had to do was drive forward and out, and I have no idea why he put it in reverse instead. I laid on the horn, and he woke up and stopped less than six inches from the front of our Winnebago. His wife got out and apologized to Terry, and said “ I don’t know why that man does the things he does sometimes!” Uh, maybe because he’s an idiot?   

I also saw another jerk with a pickup and travel trailer pulling out of one of the camping loops way too fast, and he almost hit a kid on a bicycle. The boy fell off and yelled, and the guy gave him the finger and kept right on going. Another man jumped into his truck and took off after him, while the mother and I checked on the boy. He had a skinned up arm, and was scared, but it could have been a lot worse. What an idiot! I was glad to get backed into our RV site in one piece.

So what do you do if you’ve driven 560 miles in two days? If you’re us, you jump in your van and drive another 60 or 70 miles to visit a cemetery. My great grandparents are buried in Highland Cemetery in Fort Mitchell, Kentucky, which is in the Covington metropolitan area, right across the Ohio River from Cincinnati, and I wanted to find their graves.

The cemetery was huge, but we had the section and plot numbers, and managed to find it with just a little bit of searching. I don’t know much about my family history, but we learned that my great grandfather served in the U.S. Navy. Back at the motorhome, a search on Ancestry.com showed me that he also received a pension from the Navy. The time frame means he could have served during the Civil War, but it will take some more research to get the details of his service.

I also had the address where they lived, in the little Ohio River town of Ludlow, Kentucky, which was only a few miles away, so we drove over to check it out. We found the right street, but there was no house with the same number, though the houses and businesses in the neighborhood all date back to the time when my great grandparents lived there. It was pretty neat to drive around, looking at the old homes and businesses, and to think that that my great grandparents, who died before I was born, walked these same streets and saw these same buildings. Did they attend worship services at that church? Did they shop in the stores in this commercial block? Did they fish on the bank of the river where we stopped? It really gave me a connection to them.

By the time we got back to Lexington, we were famished. Last year when we were here, we discovered the Asian Royal Buffet in Georgetown, a couple of miles north of the Horse Park, and it was very good, so we stopped for dinner. As most readers know, we eat at a lot of Chinese buffets all over the country. If not the very best, this has to be in the very top two or three. The selection was huge and everything was hot and delicious. Our waitress was very efficient and attentive, and the total bill for two of us, with tea and a coke, was $23. We’ll go back every time we’re in the area.

Today I have my annual checkup at the VA hospital, and then we’ll pick up the envelopes from the mail service and start stuffing them with the new issue of the Gypsy Journal. Depending on how long that takes, and whatever follow up attention I need at the VA hospital, we hope to be out of here by the end of the week.

Thought For The Day -To succeed in life, you need three things: a wishbone, a backbone and a funny bone.

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Yesterday was another one of those marathon driving days that RVers are not supposed to do, but that we find ourselves doing quite often. We do this sometimes when we have to get from Point A to Point B, and don’t have time to stop and play along the way. It’s not our preferred mode of travel, but what can I say? I enjoy driving my motorhome.  If it’s a good day, and the Winnebago is running smooth, and we’re having a good time, why stop until we’re tired?

We left the Chesapeake Bay Thousand Trails campground at Gloucester, Virginia a little after 9 a.m., headed west on State Route 33, crossed the York River, and got onto Interstate 64 about 25 miles outside of Richmond. Once on I-64, we pointed the nose of the coach west and just let her roll.

We had never been in this part of Virginia before, and as we climbed up into the mountains, we started to see some nice fall colors. Maybe not as dramatic as we’ve seen in northern Michigan, but pretty none the less.

We passed several very nice little farms along the way.

Looks like somebody needs a new roof on their barn.

Now that’s a steep bridge! I wonder what percent that is at? I sure wouldn’t want to come down it on an icy day!

And what’s a road trip without road construction?

Just before we crossed into West Virginia, we had five miles of 5%  downhill grade. We crossed the state line at 2 p.m., and Miss Terry got some pictures of the rocky hillsides alongside the highway.

West Virginia is pretty, but it’s not a place to do a lot of rubbernecking if you’re the driver. I don’t think there’s one mile of straight highway in the entire state. It’s either uphill or downhill, and you’re always winding around the side of a mountain. 

At one point, near the New River Gorge,  we had four miles of 7% downhill grade before we climbed back up the other side.

Interstate 64 joined the West Virginia Turnpike and followed it north to Charleston. Most of the way was winding roadway with a lot of potholes to keep us awake. Traffic in Charleston was light, and before we knew it we had passed the gold domed state capitol building and I-64 had turned back west again.

A little over an hour later, we crossed into Kentucky and pulled into the Flying J at Catlettsburg, a little after 5 p.m. We fueled up, and then pulled into one of their designated RV parking spaces.

We had not eaten all day and were famished, so we headed for the truck stop’s restaurant. Usually I’ll just order a burger at Flying J, but the buffet had a very good looking selection, so we both chose that instead. I’m not sure if it was because we were so hungry or what, but our dinner was outstanding. Much better than what we’ve come to expect for a truck stop buffet.

It was a long day, and I was ready to stop driving, so we spent the night at the Flying J, with 435 miles behind us. Yes, I know that’s a lot of miles for retired RVers. But we’re not retired, we’re still working folks who just happen to live the fulltime RV lifestyle as we run our business. We could had stopped sooner and had more miles to drive today, but as it is, we’re less than 120 miles from Kentucky Horse Park. So we can get in early today, get settled in, and then relax the rest of the day.

Thought For The Day – A conscience is what hurts when all your other parts feel so good.

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