We are in Rochester for the duration of the Xerox Rochester International Jazz Fest, here after XRIJF.  we have Club Passes that will gain us entry, first come first served to eleven venues each of the coming nine nights.  Each night each venue will host an artist or group for two hour long performances.  The timing is such that it is possible to take in four to six performances each night if you are prepared to leave early and arrive late for several performances.  In addition there are 5 free stages and 6 headliner shows in Kodak Hall of Eastman Theater.  For the complete lineup click here

We have looked over tonight’s offerings and have chosen to start with Christian McBride Inside Straight in Kilbourn Hall at 6 PM, we will be in line before 5 for that.  The route we have laid out takes us to Lutheran Church at 7:30 for Goran Arkestra and Christ Church at 8:45 for Get the Blessing and finishing at the Big Tent at 10 with L’orkestra Des Pas Perdus.  It is very unlikely that this is what will actually happen, but you never know.  Tomorrow I will try to post the actual route along with tomorrow’s plan.  But tomorrow’s plan includes Esperanza Spaulding in Kodak Hall from 8 until?

Dinner is picked up on the fly and all is mixed with interesting people and the occasional beer, depending on the venue.  Since we are walking, we will leave the house by 4, only 45 minutes from now so time to sign off and get into Jazz Fest mode.

We traveled back to the Buffalo area in GWhiz (the temporary name until it finds its own name) to address several  items that were not working as expected.  A couple we knew about before we left the Colton RV in early May, such as the dryer not drying and the DVD player not opening its tray.  The need for other minor adjustments became apparent in our first weekend camping.  


Although the work was scheduled for Monday, we arrived mid afternoon on Saturday with the idea of being tourists in the area.  The first thing any tourist coming to the area would do is go to Niagara Falls.  We did and we went immediately to the Canadian side which has the best views of the Falls.  Having our Nexus passes made crossing the border using the Whirlpool Street Bridge a snap, no wait, no questions, no traffic.  We drove through the Falls area and paid an exorbitant sum to park and then walked from the power house almost to the Rainbow Bridge.  We got soaked by the mist as we passed the brink of the Horseshoe Falls and we saw people in all manner of dress speaking many languages.  The area was a mob scene, we suspect many leftover from the Nick Wallenda tightrope walk of the previous night.  It was clear we were not going to make it back to the coach for dinner and we decided to eat at the Buffet at the Skylon Tower.  This tower was opened in 1965 and in all our many visits to the Falls area we do not remember ever paying to ride to the top.  It was worth the wait.  The buffet was pretty good and the view from our table at a window facing directly over the Falls was incredible.  We were enjoying ourselves and soon made acquaintance with the people at the next table, who it turned out were from Buffalo! and who had not been to the tower in years.  


Sunday we worked around the coach re reorganizing our stuff to make life more comfortable.  An unfortunate side affect of this continuous reorganizing is that we find ourselves not knowing where anything is and looking where it was two reogs ago.  If life on G-2 is any predictor, this will slow down to a cycle or two a year.  Note, it will not stop as there are always new ideas how to make life comfortable in tight quarters.


Monday we knew we would not have the coach available to us while it was in the service bay.  We have wanted to get to Gray Cliff one of the many Frank Lloyd Wright homes in the area, but it is a bit off the path that is readily reachable in a coach and not on the route to anyplace.  It is on the shore of Lake Erie about 20 miles west of Buffalo.  We arrived early for the Extended Tour which includes all the rooms in the house and an extensive outdoor tour as well.  Rather than spend hours to try to make my pictures do the place justice, follow this link. Check out the history and how the Larkin Company made  its money,   Carol and I were laughing and all we could think of was Soapy Smith in Skagway Alaska in the 1890’s.  His con was selling soap and convincing people that there were some bars with $100 bills wrapped around them.  The docent lead tour was quite good although it was sad to see the condition the house is in.  Clearly this house needs lots of money for restoration both from time and weather and the not so careful remodeling by Piarist Fathers, an order of Roman Catholic Priests from Hungary who bought the house from the Martin family.   There are other FLW buildings to see should we find the need to play tourist in Buffalo again.  


We received the coach back late afternoon and I must say that most of the work appeared to have been done well.  The issue with the DVD player/Surround sound system turned out to be problematic.  My complaint was that the tray would not open.  During installation of the new unit the tray opened!  End of story the complaint is resolved.  Actually that was the only time it opened and that was not in response to the “open” button on the unit.  The next morning I sought out our service writer, Colin, and asked to have the tech, Paul, (great name) come to the coach and show us how it worked.  Three hours later, having sought out the master AV hub in the coach, hidden in a cabinet behind a screwed in wall panel, Paul had located an HDMI cable end that appeared to be distorted from installation.  with that cable unplugged everything began to work according to the instructions.  Paul straightened the connector and tried it again and everything continued and continues to work.  We had lunch and left for Four Mile Creek State Park.


Four Mile Creek is, . . . wait for it, . . .  four miles from where the Niagara River enters into Lake Ontario.  The park is mostly campground with close to 300 sites many with 30 and 50 amp electric, none with water or sanitary dump on site.  It was probably a quarter occupied on the Tuesday night we were there.  We walked the circumference after setting up and again in the morning before breakfast.  It would be an ideal spot to stay for a visit to the Falls or to Niagara on the Lake.


In the morning we set out for Rochester with the aim of stopping at a winery or two along Route 18, Lakeshore Drive.  At Black Willow winery we found a mediocre red and a couple of decent whites as well as a mead that we bought a bottle of.  We trundled on down the road looking for the next winery, Marjim Manor, and a place to stop to eat lunch.  We got to Olcutt Beach and turned into Krull Park only to find Main Street closed leaving us to drive down the dead end along the lake where we found a parking lot large enough to swing the rig around without disconnecting the car.  This task is not hard, but it is annoying and this day it would have been particularly annoying as the temperatures were in the high 80’s and the humidity was even higher.  We parked along the entrance road and prepared our lunch.  As we carried our meal to a picnic bench on a prominence overlooking the lake, we noted many people were gather at the far edge of the park.  Then we heard a cacophony of sirens, whistles and other emergency vehicle noises approaching.  It turns out Olcutt Beach had been named the Fishing Capital of the United States and this was the day the recognition on WFN was happening.  In case you didn’t know – we sure didn’t – WFN is World Fishing Network, all Fishing,  nothing but Fishing 24/7 on a cable and or satellite service someplace near you.  This is really big time for Olcutt Beach even their NY Assembly Representative managed to show up and speak, try and stop one of them.


Enough excitement for a weekend that extended into Wednesday.  We followed 78 to I 90 and put GWhiz to bed at Victor Ministore.  for a while.

Well that is one of the proposed names, another might be Golly G, or Gee 2 Too.  It is too soon, it has not shown its personality yet.  For that matter we haven’t driven it a mile since we own it.  We are sitting in Colton RV’s “campground” along side Gee 2, door to door.  I know they are the same length but somehow we thought it was bigger.  Today was moving day, another word might have been paralysis.  We moved the contents of the kitchen first and as I carried another bin full of stuff in from Gee 2 I found Carol “dithering” “I don’t know where to put anything” “it won’t fit” even now 8 hours later she is saying she is “so disoriented.”  And so it has gone.

It is astounding how much stuff we had in Gee 2.  It really will fit into the new coach, or most of it.  I didn’t know I was such a pack rat.  There are parts, left over from repairs that I have forgotten about.  There are stones, we picked up I know not where.  There are more sealants and lubricants and such than I can remember buying.  Although we haven’t finished, we are close and in the morning they are going to drive the coach into the service bay to set up the supplemental brake circuit and install the “extend-a-stay” manifold into the propane line. Then we will finish off the move and maybe drive off into the sunset to a nearby campground to play at camping until Sunday or Monday.  I have to be back for medical catchup, er checkups, and such.

We will not be able to take the new coach out for anything serious until after Jazz Fest at the end of June.  Carol has her sights set on overseas travel which may leave the new coach in storage even longer.  All remains to be seen.

In between the purchase contract and the closing, we had the whole family together or the unveiling of Mom’s headstone, 51 weeks after she died.  We also participated in some of Percussion Rochester which was a two wonderful concerts and many other events.  In the midst of that we had to go to a funeral for Zvi Zeitlin who we visited with in February for his 90th birthday.  He played a great all Schubert concert which he announced was is last recital, none of us believed him, but . . .If you don’t know him, just Google Zvi Zeitlin.  Way too much to ingest in four days.

We stayed at North Fork RV just outside Front Royal, VA. David and Terry met us there and after time on the coach chatting we went to dinner at the Stonewall Jackson Tavern which was pretty average, although it seemed better than most of the alternatives.  We had a great visit with David and Terry, although the beginning was not hopeful as the GPS mislead us and sent us on a wild goose chase that cost almost 30 minutes in getting  to the campground.  Terry and David were patient, waiting for us and convincing the gate person that we had made a plan with someone on the phone to reserve a space.  We would need to see the place in better weather as the site was wet, not quite underwater and quite unlevel.  Being in a hurry to set up I left the right front tire hanging in the air with several inches between it and the ground.  This made for some sway, even with Carol walking around.

We moved on to Roamers Retreat Campground in Lancaster County for a couple of nights.  Dinner at Millers after walking through Roots Market and Auction provided the entertainment as did watching Michael Clayton from Netflix.  We were in touch with Mike at Camping World in Churchville and Ron at Colton’s RV in Niagara Falls.  Ron won as he had the Phaeton we were interested in on the lot.  Mike was still waiting for the Journey to arrive from someplace.  We are camping in Colton’s lot for a couple of nights.  We spent an hour or so walking through the Phaeton when we arrived and then had dinner on Gee 2.  We arranged to meet Ron at 9:30 to tour the exterior and get down to business.  At 8:30 AM he showed up at our door with Tim Horton’s Bagels and coffee for me and tea for Carol.  Nice touch! The next morning we expect champagne and lox (vegetarian for Carol)!  He spent several hours with us including a driving experience on the coach.  Finally, after a late lunch we sat down to the classic car/RV salesmen’s closing experience in the subject coach at our soon to be kitchen table.  By then it  was clear that the only question left was how much.  The answer was, as always, too much from our standpoint and . . .  well Ron was smiling when all was said and done and so were we.  In about ten days we will exchange money and Gee 2 for Gee 2 V 2.0 or what ever name it earns for itself.

We are elated, we are a bit sad, we have mixed emotions.  Gee 2 has given us a wonderful 8 years and although you have read of our exploits self caused, mechanical, and bad luck, for the most part Gee 2 has not failed us nor have we lost any significant time or money to any serious failure.  Certainly it has provided us with secure, comfortable travel for 100,000 miles, crossing the continent 8 times round trip and traveling to Alaska, Nova Scotia and the other corners of this continent reachable by road.  And yet, and yet it has been well used and needs to be put into service by people with less need to roll up the miles or who have as great a need as ours but fewer resources.

We are elated because the new coach is a Phaeton QSH 36 with stuff we thought we never wanted.  It has a Washer/Dryer (sorry Pat) and a table and chairs instead of a booth.  It has too many TVs for people who seldom watch – four! – and two sofas and no easy chair.  It is a diesel pusher which means the engine is 30 feet behind us, not under our feet and so seems very quiet.  We will have to add solar panels when we get to the desert.  But there is not much else it needs.  We look forward to several short exploratory trips this summer to get to know it and to shake out the kinks.  Then come the Fall we plan to resume our usual travels.

I suspect this will be the last post from “Gee 2 on the Road”  well, I will keep the blog name anyhow.  Since many continue to refer to Goliath, which has been gone for 8 years, I expect the name will go on into family history.

Tomorrow is Tax Day for 2011 taxes.  It is also my “age change” day.  After many years in the insurance business I am all to aware of halfway point when the nearest birthday is the one ahead not the one behind.  Also I am exactly one year away from Required Minimum Distributions from my IRAs.  The last birthday that fazed me was 39.  This coming one suggests that I may have to stop claiming to be “late middle age”.  I will not go willingly into old or elderly or . . . although we both know that we are no longer kids – our “kids” are in their mid 40’s – we don’t feel particularly old.  We still drive the coach comfortably, if more slowly than we used to.  We still love to hike and swim (well I like to swim) and getting out in a small boat with paddles is lots of fun.

I am looking forward to finally getting a diesel pusher to replace Gee 2.  Gee 2 is also getting on.  There are plenty of miles left in it and everything works just fine.  The front cap bears the signs of many rocks and pebbles thrown up by passing trucks and cars over the 99,500 miles so far and the reminders of some of our learning experiences show on the corners, most recently a traffic cone that was badly placed left a rub mark on the right front, I’ll rub that out when I feel like it.  The carpet and upholstery shows the expected wear of eight years of use (well 4 or 5 years if you allow for the fact that we average about six months use each year).  Time for us to move on.

The weather has been weird this year.  We have had more warm weather than we are used to and yesterday, south of Charlottesville in the mountains, the temperatures were in the 80’s and today it could get as high as 90. Then it will go back down to normal temperatures – mid 60’s later this week and there will probably be a frost by the weekend (I made that up, but you never know these days).  We will take the hot while can get it.  People around here would appreciate some rain, as would those in Texas.

My construction projects on the farm have been minimal this visit.  Most of the building is done and the time devoted to the boys baseball really cuts into time for much of anything else.  Fortunately the field is only 15  minutes away including the drive to the highway.  I have done a fair amount of cleaning and maintenance on the coach while others are doing other projects.  This upkeep is habitual, I really do not like seeing things less than perfect.  The car has had new brakes and front disks installed to recover from the damage the Meyers Lemon caused –  that was one expensive lemon.  The clutch was adjusted and that cost us the cruise control so it is in the process of being readjusted so we can use the clutch AND have cruise control.  Dan’s mechanic Robert Hunt is really great and I do appreciate his expertise.  If you are ever south of Charlottesville and have a car that needs service give me a call and I will provide the contact information.  He operates out of his farm yard and is a retired Toyota Service Engineer, very knowledgeable and skilled.

I am off to see Robert one more time for a final clutch adjustment.  Tomorrow we visit Malena’s dad and on sunday we will drive up the Skyline Drive and camp in Front Royal to have some time with David Lovenheim and Terry.  Then we think we will change plans and stop in the Lancaster PA area for a day or two before going into New York.

We had an easy 80 mile drive from Natural Bridge to Malena and Dan’s home.  We timed our arrival while Dan was at work and Malena was just getting ready to take the boys into town for a lesson and later for baseball practice.  With a minimum of pain we got Gee2 set up in its usual place in the driveway, electric and sewer connected and plenty of fresh water in the tank and available at the spigot when needed.  We expect to stay about three weeks.  Carol and I are still negotiating the route to Rochester.  I want to stop by Falling Water, the house FLWright built for Kaufmann outside Pittsburgh.  Carol agrees but she also wants to stop in the Lancaster PA area.  We also want to make a stop in Niagara Falls to see a coach at Colton RV.  Not sure how we make all that happen.

Activity at the house is intense.  Both boys are playing baseball at Cove Creek, an amazing facility with at least 7 fields ranging from a “T-ball” field for the youngest players to a regulation field with 90 foot base paths.  Most of the fields are little league standard.  I have not referred to this a Little League facility since it isn’t formally affiliated.  When the county wanted to build a baseball facility in the area there was a lot of objection because they insisted on lighting the fields and there is an astronomical observatory nearby and the light pollution  would have blinded them.  John Grisham lives in the area and he agreed to build the facility with no lights on his own property at his own expense.  I do not know why it is not affiliated, but it may have something to do with his independence streak.  It sure costs less than participating in the Charlottesville Little league which runs $250 per child.  This is only $40 and the travel teams are paid for as well, parents are expected to pay their own expenses.  It’s nice to have money and spend it on something you love that benefits the entire community.

All of that is to explain that every spare minute is devoted to practices and scrimmages at the park, which fortunately is only 15 minutes from the house, including getting out to the highway down the long gravel road.  We have gone to the park several times each already and I expect there will be more trips during our stay as practice ends and season play begins with each boy in a couple of games a week.  Naturally they are not on the same team so do not have the same schedule. I did say spare minute.  They don’t have many with music lessons and other activities such as Alexander’s volunteering at the library.

Seder was at Latifa and Peter’s home.  She is a leader of the Renewal Chavurah that Dan participates in and  also Alexander’s Hebrew teacher.  The time slipped by unnoticed as we followed the Order (Seder).  From sitting down a 5:45 I first noticed the time at 10 PM as the meal was cleared.  To dwell on the Seder is considered meritorious, but I won’t do that here other than to acknowledge that the first question we were addressed before the formal beginning was “who is not here that we could wish were by our side?”  I realized that although she had not been present at any Seder of ours in many years, this was the first Seder since my mother died and all of sudden I missed her terribly.  Strange how that sneaks up on me when I least expect it.

Somehow we got ahead of ourselves as we moved towards Virginia.  In my usual manner, when we have many miles to cover I set up a basic route using DeLorme Street Atlas.  The trip planning section lets me set up basic parameters such as miles per day, expected fueling requirements, and I can insert “vias” and “stops” with expected times for the stop such as “overnight” or “2 hours.”  This gives us an idea of the number of days of driving it will take to cover the distance from say Phoenix to Covesville.  At the end of each travel day – or the next morning – I reset the start point to our current location, giving us the remaining drive time to our ultimate destination.  we had planned to spend time along the Blue Ridge Parkway after we left the Asheville area, but we forgot that at this time of year the campgrounds are closed because there is still a likelihood of a hard freeze.  We have joined the many flowering plants in being fooled into thinking it is late Spring rather than barely Spring, after all,  today is April Fool’s Day not May Day.  With the National Parks campgrounds closed and the National Forest Service Campgrounds closed we spent a night in the Salem, VA Super Walmart, not the worst place, but not the best either.  After reviewing all of the options along the way we remembered that the Yogi Bear’s Jellystone Natural Bridge Park is not as bad as the name would have one think, at least off season.  It has the further blessing of being Passport America, half off on weekdays.  When we checked in on Saturday they gave us half off for the two night stay, not sure if it was a mistake, but we took it.  The place was far from full, but we were one of only a couple of units that did not have many children.  This morning, Sunday, there has been a parade of trailers headed out to get the little ones to school tomorrow, and Mom and Dad back to work – oh! there is that four letter word!  Sorry.

Carol is assiduously working at her computer writing posts and working on images.  I have been doing as little as I can and will return to reading the NYTimes on the Kindle over lunch.  Later today we will take a walk in the woods.  It is getting late to take a long hike.  Then tomorrow we will get back on the road late morning for a 90 minute drive to Dan and Malena’s where we will perch until it is time to roll on to Rochester.  I will really try to find more to write about along the way and in Covesville.  We will continue to shop for Gee 2’s successor as well.

We have found two new favorite places to stop.  Preparing to leave Walden Creek RV Park in Pigeon Forge which we will return to again – this was our second stay, I did some online research and found that many RV.net/forum participants really liked Mama Gertie’s Hideaway Campground just outside Asheville.  The drive through the mountains was beautiful and uneventful.  We managed to avoid Interstates until we got near Asheville.

The campground is set on a mountainside.  The roads are fairly steep, but the angles are such that we never bottomed the hitch.  The turns to access the pull throughs were designed to make access easy.  We really enjoyed the owners and the other RVers there.  Oh and it was quiet, no road noise and although we heard some trains during the day, we never heard them at night.  We give this a five star.

While there we returned to The Biltmore Estate for the first time since 1984.  It is a phenomenal private residence and this time we arranged to take a Behind the Scenes tour which took in the boilers, the kitchens, and the service areas that are not open to the audio guided self tour which we also took.  The next day we drove up onto the Blue Ridge Parkway and took a short hike, about 2 miles with some steep parts (actually some not so steep parts mixed with mostly steep).  Having finished that by 1:30 we continued on to yet another RV dealer, Tom Johnson RV, which turned out to have sold all of the coaches we might have considered, including those they had on order.  Oh well back to Gee 2.

Today we set out towards Virginia.  I may have mentioned that last Fall we joined Harvest Host which is a group of wineries, farm markets, etc that have space for an RV or two to stay the night free while sampling the products – the sampling is not mandatory but seems courteous.   As we have crossed the country we have only been within easy range of one participant and that was a huge winery in the Paso Robles area and the facility seemd to be a very large very busy gravel parking lot between the tasting room and the highway.  We did not stay.  So as we prepared to move on today I looked up Harvest Host participants along the way.  The one I selected based on its closeness to our route was Thistle Meadow Winery.

A diversion, as we pulled in there was the smell of overheated brakes.  In the distraction of arrival I did not jump out and examine the car and coach. brakes.  Later when Tom was taking us on a tour, I noticed lights on the back of the car, brake lights!  I asked him to bring us right back and I found the front brakes still hot and one wheel cap had fallen off.  I pulled up on the brake pedal and the lights went off.  We left again on our tour with Tom.  Much later, I opened the car and discovered a Meyers Lemon that we had picked in Davis, CA had been rolling around on the floor for 6 weeks or more and had lodged in a position to prevent the US Gear brake piston from retracting fully, causing the brakes to drag!  Later yet as we walked the yard I spotted the missing cap and was able to put it back in place.  We disconnected the car from the coach and drove it around the yard, there is no indication of any brake problems.  We will have them inspected in Charlottesville next week.

Back to Thistle Meadow and owner Tom Burgiss.  Tom is a garrulous 80 year old who has not figured out that he can retire, nor does he want to.  He offered us electricity, but the outlet is many feet up the power pole and frankly since we did not expect to have it we decided to say thank you but we would be fine without it.  As we were setting up he came over and walked me over to the field across the road from the coach and pointed out the area where they have weddings, with a covered area for the Bride and Groom, I almost said chupa, but that is hardly likely in these parts.  Then he came by with the car and took us to see the house which is where they lived for many years – his mother was born there 101 years ago.  As we toured he pointed out that they ran it as a B & B for 35 years and now they rent it out for mountain getaways.  Then he drove us up the road accompanied by Rosie a greyhound mix running alongside at speeds up to 35 mph , of course she does have some shortcuts.  There new house is designed to support them through the last stages of life with wide hallways and roll in shower and and few large rooms.  It is a lovely place and I hope that there preparations are not needed for many years.

Tom then took us to the winery where we tasted some wine and saw where he makes it and then to the warehouse where he prepares and ships kits for home wine making or small winery setups.  We were very impressed and plan on buying some of his Malbec before leaving.  It is made from concentrate of Malbec grapes imported from Argentina.  I could go on, he was a pharmacist, he had his own plane and I am not sure that there is anything he hasn’t tried short of brain surgery.  What a blast.  Oh yes his car is a nice new Subaru Outback with 6 speed manual shift!  Definitely a man after our hearts.

I think Carol is presently writing the same story for her post.  Read us both to get the full story. Her posts are at  MessageinaMinute.blogspot.com/

Whew, we’ve been on the move.  As we entered Mississippi we were headed for the Natchez Trace Parkway (hereafter NTP) and planned to stay the night at Rocky Springs Campground, taxpayer supported through the National Park Service and free to all, no hookups and no dump, but free.  As we drove in, it was swarming with kids.  Every site was full at 1 PM on a Friday and even if there had been an empty, I doubt we would have stayed given the level of energy we saw.  On to Springridge Mobil Home and RV Park outside of Jackson.  It left a lot to be desired, the asphalt was crumbling and the spaces were tight and  it was clear that many of the utility posts had been hit more than once.  However it was not terribly pricey, it was available on a gorgeous spring break weekend, so we stayed.  We toured Jackson after Shabbat service at Temple Beth Israel.  It was March 17 and the good people of Jackson take it very seriously, although they don’t look Irish 🙂  We were barely able to drive around the state capitol building and the entire area was completely parked up for the parade.  We made our escape back to the campground and watched a movie.

The next day we got back on the NTP and made it to Jeff Busby Campground.  This is much further from a large city and had room for us to camp overnight.  Since there was nothing to hook up, set up was easy and we were soon climbing the nature trail to the top of the mountain.  At 603 feet this is the high point of Mississippi.  There is a group of people who attempt to visit the “high point” in all 50 states.  Mississippi, Florida and Rhode Island are all fairly easy at well under 1,000 feet.  Although until recently RI was very hard as it is on private land and the owners only made it available one day a year.  I understand they have now opened that up.  I have several “high points” although I have not kept track as it does not seem likely I will get to 50.  Alaska is Denali and Washington is Mount Ranier for just a couple of unlikely places for me to reach.  I can think of several others I have done including Mount Marcy (NY), Florida, Mt Pisgah in NC.  As I said I have not bothered to keep track.

From Jeff Busby it was onward to Alabama and the home of Tiffin Motorhomes, finally.  We stayed at Camp Allegro amid a sea of Tiffins awaiting service.  As the snow birds migrate up and down the east coast they make appointments well in advance to stop in Red Bay to get whatever service their coaches may need as they pass by.  We have never seen such a friendly loose operation.  At the suggestion of the man who checked us in, we drove over to the paint facility in Belmont Mississippi to see the coaches coming off the paint line.  The guard at the gate noted our names, gave us safety glasses and told us to feel free to enter any coach that was unlocked and to wander around inside the painting building.  Sure enough we walked through several coaches that were sitting waiting to be driven to dealers and then walked into the building which houses 16 paint booths, each big enough to house a 45 foot motorhome with room for the crew to paint it.  They drive the coaches around inside the building from station to station and visitors are free to wander through at their leisure.

Surely the factory couldn’t be as loose, wrong.  The difference there was we were issued name badges that said “visitor” and given a guided tour of everything but R and D and the welding shop.  Then we were told we could go on any nearly completed coach on the floor and feel free to go look at whatever we wanted to see and talk to anyone we wanted to ask a question of.  Indeed, we were told that people whose coaches are being built are free to come in and watch the building in process.  We were free to take pictures and did,  but I doubt they would be of any interest, haven’t even looked at them ourselves yet.

Later that day, Tuesday, we were back on the road headed for . . .  well we weren’t quite sure, but as we rolled we found an Elks Lodge (#91) in Chattanooga TN another state line and another time zone, we are now in Eastern Time Zone.  The parking is along the back of the lot with a creek and grassy yard to look at. The hookup consists of two 20 amp outlets.  Plenty for us as we were prepared to dry camp.  After resting a bit following our longish day, we got out to see some of Chattanooga.  We toured Ruby Falls, Rock City and rode the Incline Railway.  Then we had a very nice dinner at 212 on Market Street followed by a grocery shopping expedition before returning to Gee 2 to write this.

All three sites we toured are on Lookout Mountain which extends from TN into NC and GA.  From the overlook at the top of Rock City one can see seven states, from Tennessee to the two Carolinas, Georgia, Virginia and Kentucky and oh yes Alabama.  If that viewpoint were all there was, as we had been lead to believe, it would have been sufficient, but Rock City is a winding path through a natural rock formation that has been decorated with gnomes, Fallow Deer, a magnificent garden and all of Mother Goose.  Ruby Falls, on the way up Lookout Mountain, is a cavern – we seldom will pass up a cavern – that ends at a 146 foot underground waterfall and it is named for the discoverer’s wife Ruby.  Unfortunately in the Depression era when times were tight the cavern was opened to unguided tourists and much damage was done to what must have been many glorious formations.  There are very few undamaged formations to be seen and the presence of thousands of tourists who insist on breathing has done further immeasurable damage.  It was still worth seeing and I would not suggest that anyone coming to Chattanooga bypass it.  The Incline needs to be seen and experienced.  It travels a mile and at its steepest the track is at 72 degrees!  That is the steepest Incline in the US if not the world.  It consists of two cars on a double cable.  When it was built in 1895 they had to minimize the width of the track for cost purposes.  Thus the bottom half is a single track.  At the midpoint, where the cars must pass there is a double track so they can.  Above the switch, there are three rails!  Both cars use the middle rail, not at the same time of course.  This keeps the cable from coming in contact with the section going in the other direction.

In the morning, after we do some computer work, we will head for the Pigeon Forge/Gatlinburg area.  It is a bout two and a half hours by Interstate.  I have no idea how long it will take if we choose some other route.

Whew, two nights at Paragon Casino RV Park in Marksville, about half way across LA and here we are in Mississippi, Jackson actually.  We did very little in Louisiana.  We most certainly never entered the casino as we had reports that the small non-smoking area was open to the rest of the area.   Not that we are gamblers, but I have been known to enjoy a few hands of 21, given the chance.

Carol found a brochure for Wesmar Farms which raises goats and sells goat dairy products, fresh milk, and a variety of cheeses made on the farm.  We picked a day that they listed as a market day so no tours were available.  We sat and drank coffee while sampling cheeses and then had a “formal” tasting.  We ended up buying a quart of milk and several of the cheeses, then the lady of the farm brought over a small wheel of her brie which she is learning how to make and gave it to us.  Our instructions are to enjoy it and please let them know what we think.

This morning we left for the Natchez Trace Parkway with the hope of getting into Rocky Spring Campground which is a no fee, primitive camping area on the Trace.  It was full, mostly with families with small kids.  Even if there had been room, I doubt we would have stayed.  We are getting to. . . something. .  . to gladly put up with hordes of children that are not related to us.  Thus we found ourselves in Springridge Mobilehome and RV Park just outside Jackson.  We are staying two nights as Saturday is still Spring Break Week and St Patty’s Day.  Vicksburg Elks was temping until we realized that the place was likely to overflowing one way or another for the wearing of the green.

We are trying to slow down, but somehow events are conspiring to keep us moving and the glorious weather has kept us happy even as we move north and watch Spring happening around us.