I took some Imodium with my medicine this morning. Getting the motorhome ready for the road went smoothly except the driver’s seat was not working. Why does it have to be electric, anyway? I can’t slide it forward to drive comfortably. Barbara put a throw pillow behind my back so I could sit farther forward on the seat and reach the accelerator. As we were hugging goodbye, my sister Barbara said, “You are the shittiest company we’ve ever had”. I had to admit that she was right. My only retort was that I didn’t have much fun visiting her. We left at 8:58 and I got to honk the extra-loud motorhome horn.
We stopped in Germantown, Maryland to eat and daughter Kathy met us at Wegman’s. Andy was thrilled to eat a roast beef sandwich. It was a good stop to see Kathy one more time. And, the Imodium was not doing its job so I was happy to be there and not driving on the interstate when I needed to make two trips to the ladies room.
Back on I-270, we had terrible traffic. The road was full of cars and we would go at a crawl for a while, then up to the speed limit for a few miles and then down to a crawl again. It happened over and over for many miles. There was not explanation for the bizarre traffic behavior that we could discern. There were several other slow spots, due to road repairs, but we were not in a hurry and did not stress over it.
We had planned to stop for the night at a Cracker Barrel restaurant, but Andy changed his mind and made a reservation at an RV park. He realized that the refrigerator was not working on the road and we would need to plug into electricity. When we got here, I realized that the water pump was not working so we needed to be hooked up to city water so we could, most important, flush the toilet. Good call Andy.
We got to Wolfies RV park at 6:53. We ate cheese and crackers for and evening snack.