Somehow between departing the Harvest Host, DelMonico Winery, and arriving in Covesville I stopped writing and haven’t noticed until now. The next stop was courtesy Boon Dockers Welcome, a site that puts together people willing to host an RV and RVers for a free night. Generally these are in someone’s driveway, although we have stayed in a farm yard as well. This one has to be unique. The Wythe Race Track is a half mile dirt track in the town of Rural Retreat Virginia. As with so much of the country, dirt track racing is closed for the pandemic. This left a large grand stand parking lot unused. We pulled up along the pit row fence and leveled and put out the slides, HOME for the night. Jim, the host never did appear, not that I really expected him. We had dinner, read and slept and had breakfast and reversed the process to get underway to one last stop in Malena and Dan’s yard. 

The last two miles were the most challenging of the trip as always since we had to drive up the mountain dirt road to their driveway which is more of a challenge being steeper and narrower. It took us only 4 back and forth ks to get the coach up onto the pad where we plan to stay for an indeterminate period of time. We are getting better at this – better be after 20 years, It was sad not to be greeted by Amber who has been gone for several years, but for so many years she barked us up the driveway. 

We have settled in. They bought a nice table and chairs which is setup in the driveway just outside our door so we can eat together when we get the timing right. Our greatest risk is the grandson’s 21 and 18 who come and go with friends. They keep their distance and we share virtual hugs. Sunday night was Alex’ 21 birthday and  Malena’s  mother drove in Potomac  for dinner. 

Dessert was a special treat with a story. Four weeks ago Malena posted a picture of a sour cherry pie (cherries from their tree) with ice cream on it on Face Book. People were commenting about how beautiful it was and they should hold a piece as they were on their way. I posted “That sound you hear is a big diesel engine starting up.” From those words came the decision to start that engine and head east, an idea that had been percolating in my brain without my voicing it for over a week. Dan said when I called to discuss it that we should arrive for Alex’ birthday and I scoffed at the idea for about an hour while I worked out the logistics. 

And the sour cherry pie with ice cream was definitely worth the drive.