The plans of mice and men. Or the gal that makes plans and doesn’t consult her truck!
On the 29th of September I connected Hank and Henrietta and hit the road with the goal being to arrive at Cherry Hill Park in College Park, Maryland on Monday the 1st of October around 1P.
I do not like to drive too many hours/miles in a day and have become a big fan of Walmart parking lots.
The drive from Washington, PA to College Park, MD is about 250 miles. Google maps says the trip should take 3 hours and 55 minutes. If Hank and I were driving it would be closer to 3.5 hours maximum, but with Henrietta tagging along the anticipated drive time was 5 to 5.5 hours. She likes to travel approximately 60 mph.
So, I thought drive halfway, check out sights along the way, and spend a night at my favorite chain store.
WELL, Hank had a different idea. While driving up and down the mountains of PA about 90 minutes southeast of Washington, PA Hank decided it was time for a break. I had decided to take 40 for a more scenic drive. There were lots of stretches of two lane road with no pullover space at the side of the road. Hank was kind enough to decide to be cantankerous at the top of a hill. At the bottom of the hill was an abandoned gas station with a huge parking area in front. I was in Chalk Hill, PA.
There is a huge and somewhat aggravating and hilarious story, but let’s leave it at the fact that after 3 hours of numerous phone calls my Good Sam roadside assistance said they couldn’t find anyone to come tow Hank and Henrietta. They suggested I try calling again on Sunday, but call for sure on Monday and they could get me towed. In between calls to Good Sam I called Ford Roadside assistance. They said my purchase was too recent and they had no record of my purchase. They suggested I call the dealer. Yeah right, it is 5P on a Saturday.
I had lots of people praying and I spent much of the time reading my Bible while in the recliner in Henrietta. Luckily it was not too hot and there was a nice breeze.
God does work in mysterious ways!! I called Mike and he found a towing company that was open. I called and they said they would arrive within 30 minutes to pick up Hank. They wouldn’t be able to look at him until Monday, but at this point I was beyond grateful for a kind voice and a sympathetic ear. Kelly at Professional Auto Service in Uniontown, PA was like an angel coming graciously to reassure me that God had everything under control.
I found a campground nearby that actually had a spot available.
I called Mike back and he hopped in his truck to drive down and help Henrietta and me get to the campground. God is soooo good. I was close to Mike and he had bought a truck after buying his house to help transport all the building supplies. Not only had he bought a truck, but it was an F-150 and would pull Henrietta.
Great reason to have children!! Someone to rescue you when you are stranded by the side of the road in unfamiliar territory.
Mike arrives and we hook Henrietta up to his truck. I have never asked him if his truck has a name. I hope that doesn’t make me a negligent mother.
It was dark and I do not like to tow in the dark. Luckily Mike was there to navigate and warn me of EVERY curve in the road to the campground. There must have been a million. Then to beat the band is a sign that the road is closed 2 miles ahead. Without Mike I may have broken down in to tears. He assured me that the campground was 1.5 miles up the road and we would be fine.
As we speak to the gal at the campground at 8P I am beginning to panic about backing the trailer in to a spot in the dark. Leave it to Mike. No problem Mom!! In the pitch black he backs right in to the exact position on the spot that we had decided would be best.
Mike helped me get setup and then got back in his truck to drive home.
On Sunday there was nothing to do but relax and smell the roses or hike the paths at the campground. Benner’s Meadow Run campground is run by Christian folks who were so sympathetic to my situation.
Long story short – haha – Professional Auto fixed Hank and without my asking came to get me and reunite me with Hank. We reunited with Henrietta and hit the road.
We arrive at Cherry Hill Park as it was getting dark and backed in to our site. A kind couple passing by made sure I didn’t take out the tree on the site.
So many emotions and concerns! I was once again shown what fabulous friends and children I have! After the long saga I arrived 6.5 hours later than I had anticipated.
God is good. I just need to remember that He is in charge and worry gets me nowhere fast.