Sunday, July 27: we slept until 7:30 this morning, and then had a breakfast of Cheerios, peaches, toast and milk. We were on the road home by 9 a.m. The weather was tolerable. Fortunately, we didn't have the problem leaving the town square that we'd had upon arrival Thursday, when we and the driver of an 18-wheeler got to an intersection simultaneously. Instead of allowing us, with our truck and 32-foot camper to turn right, the semi driver opted to nose into the narrow two-lane road, blocking us.
Hubbie tried to slowly back up, but, unable to see what was behind him, he tapped the bumper of a utility van. He got out to inspect, and the van driver was worried that we might have damaged his front end. There wasn't even a scratch, but Hubbie hastened to let the van driver know that our bicycles on the back of the camper might be damaged. They were not, so Hubbie got back in the truck. I decided at this point that I needed to get out and direct traffic. I stood in a position where the traffic behind us, the semi driver, and Hubbie could see me, and proceeded to motion the traffic to back up, back up, back up. Then I helped Hubbie back up without bumping the van behind him. Finally, the semi driver was just able to maneuver his rig past our rig, with me sandwiched between. Yikes! Not a pleasant place to be.
Our trip home today was without incident, thank goodness. We stopped at noon for a PB&J sandwich. By this time, the day was hot and sultry. An 18-wheeler was parked beside us, and on the rider door was a notation: "In Memory of Shelley, Linda, & Christian." We wondered if these were the driver's family who had been killed in an accident, or if someone who drives for the company was involved in an accident that killed those folks. Either way, it was sad.
It was a good trip, but we were glad to get back home.
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