Time to Roll - The Flexibility of RVing
|Are they gone yet?|
|Ooh Noo, Mr Bill!|
|The official paint sample collector|
We use the campground toilets as much as possible, but our holding tanks are both full and the dump-station stop is mandatory before we leave. I do not recommend the “A” loop for any trailers over 24 feet, although we saw several trailers there that were in the 32 foot range. I can only imagine how much fun they had getting out of there.
|Ready or not, here I come... Backwards. The only way out for big rigs at the "A" loop|
|US 220 to Roanoke|
|Really, Dollar General? Come wipe your feet on our flag?|
|US 33 through the George Washington National Forest|
The highway makes a sharp up-hill left turn and I find myself in the mountains! We are climbing steeply and sharply before I have time to blink. I haven't done 9% grades in a long, long time, and certainly not with the constant switchbacks that seem to have me looking at my own taillights! The Toyota shifts down and we grind our way for the next twenty minutes or so until we crest the top of the first mountain, a line of cars and SUV's strung out behind me. Then we get to check our trailer brakes as we immediately descend the other side of the mountain, also at 9%! I look at the warning signs for truck runaway ramps with great interest! Several of them show signs of recent use.
I carefully keyed the coordinates of the campground from the Recreation.gov website into the GPS before we left Philpott. I made sure to use the coordinates of the campground and not those of the lake itself, so I was fairly confident my little electronic treasure would get it right. As we approach Elk Garden, a road sign shows WV 46 and the Jennings Randolph Lake veering slightly to the right. The sign is in front of a right hand curve, so, to double check if I slow down even further and check the GPS. There doesn't appear to be a highway turnoff after the curve, just an unmarked driveway to the right. The trusting GPS paints a solid purple line straight ahead, no turns, on the road we are on, so I start down yet another mountain into the small town of Fitzmiller, which we soon learn, is in Maryland. We grind our way up yet another small mountain on the other side of the small town located on the small, rocky stream known as the North Branch of the Potomac River, where our GPS soon dutifully tells us to follow a newly tarred gravel road to our destination. Time to stop and call the campground. Yep, we are on the wrong side of the lake.
NEXT: Robert W. Craig Campground, Jennings Randolph Lake, WV