RV Chronicles: The kids, the dog, the country: Camp Memaw & Papa Joe: Farewell

The Goodbye

Unfortunately, our reservation at the camp is up and we have to pack up Fat Amy for the long haul home.

We had such a fabulous time! All the hours spent packing and unpacking coolers, bags, life-jackets, tubes, skis, kids and dogs . . . they were all worth it.

I know it's been a great vacation when 7 days into it I realized that I didn't think about work once. In fact, not only did I not think of it, I think that I forgot that I do work. Makes me think of a girl that Jordan met this summer . . . she dreams of growing up to be a trophy wife. I used to roll my eyes at girls like that. Now, I dream of growing up to have my only career be a Mommy-memory-maker. I wish that all I got to do was take care of the kids and manage the household. Maybe someday . . .

I personally don't fare very well with goodbyes. That word, goodbye, makes it feel so final. So, instead of goodbye, we bid farewell and a see-you-soon to the lovely staff at Camp Memaw and Papa Joe.

The Geography

In the last 10 days, Fat Amy will have led us 2,800 miles through 15 states of our beautiful country. Thank you Fat Amy! You are a rock star!! (And don't think I didn't hear you huffing and puffing up those mountains. You'd better get that under control!)

The northern drive East:

Missouri

Illinois

Indiana

Ohio

Pennsylvania

New York

Massachusetts

New Hampshire

Maine

The southern drive West:

Maine

New Hampshire

Connecticut

New York

New Jersey

Pennsylvania

Delaware

Maryland

West Virginia

Kentucky

Illinois

Missouri

The Journey

George Washington Bridge (New York to New Jersey)

Traffic in New York City (2.5 hours worth). We never got close enough to drop Jordan off, as that's her final destination. Oh well, she's got a lifetime to get on Broadway!

NYC Skyline from the George Washington Bridge

Slept soundly at truck stop amongst the big rigs (I suppose there were some stars out there as well.)

Is this traffic over with yet?

This is how we get our caffeine fix while driving.

Spooning

Beautiful climbs and descents in the Appalachian Mountain Range
Camping in Sutton, West Virginia; nestled in the hillside (another great KOA, I highly recommend it!)

Pit Stop

Bet you can't find Jeff . . .

Heading towards the mountains

"Sutton", the tailless cat adopted us as his temporary family.
We named him Sutton because that's the name of the town we were camping in.
Little did we know, the cat bears a striking resemblance to John D. Sutton,
who settled this little town. There was a picture of him hanging inside the office;
a chunk of his white hair was missing, much like the cat's missing tail.