COLCHESTER, VT Day 2.  Today we walked a portion of the bike path/walkway called the Island Line Trail.  At its far end this trail spans the Malletts Bay entrance to Lake Champlain.  The skies once again were overcast, so photos would not convey the natural beauty this area affords.  We turned around early in order to leave time to drive to the nearest conservative Presbyterian church, Redeemer PCA in Burlington, for Sunday worship. 

The Trail is on the Right

Adirondacks in Background

The church service included much scripture in its Call to Worship, Declaration of Grace, Old and New Testament readings, and Sermon.  The Lord's Prayer, Doxology, and Apostle's Creed  were recited, but in very modern translation.  Even though the music was accompanied by two guitars and a fiddle, the hymns were straight from the hymnal, though the timing was drawn out and tune altered to a sort of Appalachian sound with the key lowered. 

The pastor spoke in a manner reminiscent of the flower-child era of the 1960's, and the fact that we met in a studio with sound stage and stage lights reminded me of the old Christian coffee houses of that era.  Very casual service with much informal getting up and walking around during the service.  The studio is in the artsy section of Burlington, and the bulletin included reference to many cultural events of the city.  The University of Vermont is located here.  Apparently the studio is only available in late afternoon on Sunday since the service was at 4:00 pm. 

Tomorrow morning we leave for the rally where we finally get fixed the several mechanical problems our motorhome has experienced on this trip.

COLCHESTER, VT.  Today we saw clear skies and sunshine for the first time since we entered the state of New York five days ago.  It was a joy to drive through the last of New York and into Vermont, with mountains in the distance and rolling farmlands and trees whose leaves had started to turn for autumn.  Pumpkins for sale along the way and a very upbeat appearance in neatly kept towns and homes.

Mountains in View in Vermont

Rolling Hills and Farmlands

Harvested Hay Bales

 We could not see Lake Champlain to the west of our route, surrounded by thick forests.  As we drew closer to our destination, we drove through Shelburne, a beautiful little town.  Then into Burlington, a larger town but equally beautiful.  These are some of the nicest towns I have seen in upper New England.

We reached our destination, Colchester, just north of Burlington.  I had been expecting Colchester, the smaller town, to be a relief after passing through one more larger old northern city like Burlington.  What a pleasant surprise!  The whole area is wonderful, and the smaller Colchester is where the Costco is located.  Needless to say we wasted no time in getting over there for some much-needed shopping.  They were stocking up for winter, putting out space heaters and winter clothing over many tables.  Great prices as usual.

After this I drove Betty over to a nail salon for a pedicure, then I drove into Burlington to a Verison store to get my Verison jetpack to work.  It quit three days ago, so getting wifi became very difficult.  Turns out the SIM card got loose somehow.  The Verison man opened up the unit and tightened it back up.  Problem solved.  I used the remaining time to drive to the south of Lake Champlain to shoot a couple photos before picking Betty up from the salon.

View Northwest Toward Lake Champlain

Back at the RV park, one Tiffin motorhome after another was pulling in, since many who will be attending the rally next week in Essex Junction had the same idea we had to stay at this park prior to  the rally.  Monday morning there will be a mass migration out of here headed for the rally.  Oct 1-4 are the dates of the rally.  Our greatest anticipation for the rally is getting our hydraulic system fixed, along with the front AC unit that went out when we were in Coeur d'Alene.  And our cable TV network has never worked, so getting that fixed will be our third mechanical relief of the visit.  Many other things are also planned by the Tiffin rally managers.

LAKE GEORGE, NY.  Last night we decided to gamble on putting out the slides, hoping that the failure of the hydraulic system was a fluke.  The added space seemed palatial.  The joy ended the following morning.

 As we packed up to drive away from Verona today, the front (hydraulic) slides would not go back in.  We tried to raise the hydraulic leveling jacks, and they would not respond.  We tried many things to no avail.  This sort of scenario was becoming all too familiar.  After we had tried and tried, and the 11:00 deadline to vacate our site passed, we had a moment of studied composure and intense prayer.  Once again we tried and the slides and jacks worked.  Whew!  Thank God!  We left 15 minutes late but the park manager was OK with that under the circumstances.

The drive to Lake George was easy enough but in overcast blustery skies once again.  We drove through historic towns like Amsterdam, Galway, and Saratoga Springs, which simply looked like old towns with really old buildings.  In better light they likely would have looked better.  Some of the houses must have been nearly 200 years old and quite stately, but it had been a long time since most of them had been painted, and rusted out cars were sitting in messy yards. Sad to see so much left to decline.

When we got to Lake George, it clearly was a tourist town, with outlet malls for Orvis, Coleman, etc. lining the main streets, but it was past the season for tourism, with many stores and RV parks closing for the year in a couple weeks.  There were boat rides on the lake available, but it was chilly and overcast.  Not very enticing, so we did chores inside the motorhome, only now we shall be sure to keep the front slides in and the jacks up until we get to Essex Junction, VT. 

VERONA, NY.  We successfully disconnected the motorhome and connected the Jeep in about 15 minutes this morning.  No problems.  Hallelujah!

We drove here from near Rochester and got set up by 2 pm, very early for us.  We wanted to use the remainder of the afternoon to visit the area.  Betty especially was curious about the Erie Canal, which we could see from the highway and over which we rode a bridge at one point.  After asking a few questions, it was determined that we should drive to Rome to the north.

We needed further directions once we arrived in Rome, so we stopped off at a Walgreens where a nice lady told us how to get to Erie Canal Village.  As we drove there, historic landmark signs confirmed that we were headed the right way.  Once we arrived, however, we were greeted with a sign saying that no motor vehicles were allowed.  We eventually found a road leading in, but the building there was locked with a sign stating that they closed August 31st, so come back in 2019.  It was now owned by a private owner to whom the state had sold it long ago, an example of privatizing government operations.  Things looked pretty abandoned, so we wondered what must go on up until the end of August.

Overgrown Path to Old Canal Boat and Foot Bridge

Once a Proud Survivor of the Canal Boat Days

Remnants of Old Village

Overgrown Pathway to Foot Bridge

Locked Foot Bridge

We walked over to the canal, which was not nearly as wide there as it is along the highways.  There was an old canal boat docked in the water, a walk bridge with overgrown pathway that was locked, and some evidence of what used to be a village, as the name implies, but it was disconcerting that the sign at this location was broken.

Betty Googled for more information and found a boat tour of the canal that is conducted in Herkimer, a town about 35 miles to the east on I-90.  Once we got there, we could see the tour office from the highway but had to pass through the toll station (there are tolls everywhere on the interstate highways in the Northeast and Midwest).  The man at the toll station told us to turn the wrong way, so we got a short tour of Herkimer, a town named after some Revolutionary War figure that neither of us had heard of.  Once we found the tour office, we found out that there are 1:00 and 3:00 tours, but since no one showed up for the first tour, there would be no second tour.  It is late in the season; they close in 1 1/2 weeks for the year.  The woman also told us that she used to run the village in Rome before the private owner tired of the tourism business and closed it many years ago.  100,000 people per year visited it then, with horses pulling the boats for rides, reenacting life along the canal, now a fatality of privatizing.

We wondered, if it closed years ago, what are they doing now each year up until the end of August?  She had no answer, but she still had a sign up advertising Erie Canal Village in Rome, NY.  She recommended we go around the corner to where an ambulance service has a parking lot beside the canal and walk the path that follows the canal, which we did.

Present Day Canal and Herkimer Tour Company in Background

Present Day Locks in Herkimer

After seeing Herkimer, we were glad that we did not take the tour.  The water looks bad, and the surroundings were nothing like what the old village was.  This is only a vestige of the past that has seen its day as modern replacements have rendered it obsolete.  It simply looks messy now, surrounded by noisy traffic.  We decided to drive on back to the RV park.  Not much to see here as a tourist, and the drivers here all drive like New Yorkers.

Sign by Path Along Canal in Herkimer

On one Side of Bridge the Path is Overgrown

On Other Side of the Bridge the Path Followed a Busy Highway

FARMINGTON, NY.  This morning it was intermittent downpours in Niagara Falls, so we hurried to get hooked up in between gushes of rain.  We succeeded in getting the car hooked up and the hoses and cable disconnected in time.  I was about to start up the motorhome to leave when Betty said to me that one of the basement doors would not lock shut.  This had happened in the past, and all I did was take the housing off the locking system, lubricate everything, put it back together, and it worked again.  I did that this time, but it still would not work. I tried again, and the rain came pouring down.  As both Betty and I struggled with this mindless gadget, we both became thoroughly soaked.  I finally tied the basement door shut and decided to drive on like that when Betty noted in the RV park brochure that an auto repair shop down the road also worked on RVs.  Did not sound good to me; not even an RV dealer and they work on them?  I finally gave in and drove over there, but first we changed out of our dripping wet clothes and shoes.  This was the second time we had to do that (remember the windshield wiper caper in Oxford, IA?).

To make a long story short, a guy there took the housing off and got the lock to work, then he reassembled it, and it continued to work.  He said that I had tightened the screws too hard when I reassembled it.  He even used my drill to tighten it and somehow did it looser.  Go figure.  Charged me only $25.  And we were off and merrily on our way, though getting the motorhome with Jeep behind it out of that tight parking lot was interesting.

We are staying just south of Rochester, NY to enable a short trip into town to visit the George Eastman Kodak Museum.  We got there about 3:55 pm, which is late but turned out to be enough time.  It is located in an old section of town down a street with abandoned warehouses and other similar buildings.  It is housed in George Eastman's old residence, which was quite a palace in its day.  Now a section of galleries has been built on the front through which you walk to see the residence.  The residence top floor is roped off, but the first and second floors are still elaborately furnished.  A special affair was planned for that night to dedicate the reopening of the lily pond.  Must be a local thing.

The Celebrated Lily Pond

The Grand Hall

Grand Stairway to the Second Floor

Eastman and Edison Introduce Color Film at Garden Party

1,788 of Their Collection of 3,037 Color Dyes
These Were Used in Technicolor Filmed Movies

Closeup of a Few of the Color Dyes

Actually, they seem disinterested in having visitors from outside come in.  Our entry, for which we paid, was greeted icily by a highly detached lady.  The museum was likewise disappointing, with galleries of photos mostly far out of focus or of figurines dressed up like people.  The old cameras were few in number.  Not at all like we expected.

There was a nice store with a friendly lady to help you.  The best part of the museum were educational videos played on a large screen toward the entrance.  We watched these until they told us to leave at 5 pm.  No linger time allowed.

I think that I have seen all that I need to see of this place.  One thing that was interesting to me was the exhibit of the original digital single lens reflex (DSLR) cameras that Kodak introduced once they realized that they could not suppress digital any longer to keep their film business going.  Note below that these cameras were simply Nikon or Canon film SLRs with a Kodak digital base attached.  They were very low resolution, clumsy, and over priced.  It did not take long for Japanese camera companies to make far better DSLRs at a far lower price, thus dealing Kodak completely out of the professional digital camera business.

Some of the First Digital Single Lens Reflex Cameras

NIAGARA FALLS, NY.  As we packed up to leave Erie, PA yesterday morning (Sep 24th), our hydraulic slides would not go in.  These are the large slides in the front that deploy the kitchen, dining room, and living room.  We tried everything that we thought worked in the past.  I then called someone whom we met on our tour last month who suggested a few things, then said to try calling Tiffin, which I did.  The man there said that the hydraulic leveling jacks are on the same system, so try bringing them up.  Turns out the jacks were also stuck.  After a few tries the jacks worked and then the slides came in.  Whew!  But now we were concerned that next time they would not fix themselves.  Thus we are now set up in the Niagara Falls/Grand Island KOA with only the back (non-hydraulic) slides out.  Pretty cramped.  We shall continue this until we get to the Tiffin Rally Oct 1st where we can get them to fix the underlying problem, along with a couple other fixes needed.

In spite of all this we have gotten out yesterday afternoon and today (Sep 25th) to see Niagara Falls, though the weather has not been great, overcast yesterday and raining today.  Today we went on a tour of the American side of the falls.  We had signed up for both the Canadian side and American side, but when I pulled out my passport, I saw that it had expired last year.  What next?  So we switched to the American side only.  I had gotten the passport in 2007 to visit Alberta and used it for 3 or 4 years then put it away. Only good for ten years.

Our tour included a ride on the Maid of the Mist, a boat designed to approach the falls up close.  There are several of these boats running out one after another.  Near the falls the weather does not matter: everything and everyone is wet.  We also went around to the various overlooks and islands.  It is a natural waterworks exhibition.  There is no need of rain here; water is everywhere in huge supply gushing off one ledge after another.  Lake Erie overflows into the huge Niagara River that roars over the falls, then proceeds to Lake Ontario.

Two main falls are alongside of each other but divided by the national boundary between America and Canada.  The horseshoe falls, the ones pictured most often, is on the Canadian side and viewed most easily on Canadian soil.  Without a valid passport I never got that view, but hopefully we can return and have better weather to boot.  Out west we contended with smoke haze; here we had water vapor haze.  In photos they look strangely similar.  Some of the foggy mist around the falls exists in all weather due to the enormous power of the falls.  And only a maximum of 50% of their potential goes over the edge; the remainder is diverted to the hydro-electric facility to produce electricity.  Soon, with shorter days and greater electricity usage, another 25% will be diverted.

Mobs of People from Many Countries Herd Onto Boat

Boat Approaches Falls

Distant View of Falls from Boat Bow

Closer to the Falls Becomes a Dense Shower

Everyone Gets Very Wet, But Betty Is Happy

One Can Also Go to the Observation Deck Up There

Here Is a View from Up There

We Are All Wet By Now But Still Taking Photos

 

A Closer View of Falls from Up There

View from the Bridal Veil Falls Overlook

From Three Sisters Islands View of Lake Erie Feeding Falls

 

Can You Believe the Gift Shop Has a  Fake Waterfall?

Gift Shop Photo of the Improvement Clear Weather Makes

ERIE, PA Day 2.  This morning we drove the short distance to West Erie Presbyterian Church, a very conservative PCA church which currently meets at Community Country Day School.  We sang from the old Trinity Hymnal and the Trinity Psalter.  The order of worship included the Gloria Patri, responsive readings from the Westminster Shorter Catechism, and pastoral prayer concluding with The Lord's Prayer, all of which have disappeared from too many PCA and OPC services.  It was a very cordial time of worship and fellowship.  They have an interesting solution to quickly assembling "pew racks" behind folding chairs when setting up a room for Sunday worship (see photo below).  They have slip-over chair back sleeves with pockets on the backs for holding hymnals, Bibles, etc.

Portable "Pew Racks"

After that we drove into town to do some much-needed grocery shopping and to stop off at a Walgreens to get some prescriptions filled.  Amazing how easy it is to do that anywhere in the country while traveling.  Our last visit to a Walgreens was in Laramie, WY.  Erie seems to be a pleasant town to drive in, even though it has its share of road construction.  We even caught another glimpse of Lake Erie, a very large blue layer on the northern horizon, almost like a mountain range in the distance.

We returned to our RV park to unload groceries and take an afternoon nap before making some lunch.  It is a beautiful day here.  Very much like a sunny summer day in small town Maryland many years ago.

Almost All Our Neighbors Have Gone

Quiet Sunday Afternoon at the RV Park

It is hard to believe that we shall leave tomorrow morning for Niagara Falls, a place that I have never seen, but Betty has seen twice in her life.  It has been so popular for so long that I hope it will not be an overly commercialized disappointment.  The next stop after that will be Rochester to visit the George Eastman Kodak Museum.  There is so much in New York, including the finger lakes, that we sadly will have too little time to visit due to rushing to arrive in Essex Junction, VT by Oct 1st for the Tiffin Fall Rally.  Tiffin is the maker of our motorhome.  This is where we shall have some of our motorhome's mechanical issues addressed, including the repair of our front air conditioner.

ERIE, PA.  Our first rest stop in Ohio was in a plaza off I-80, which the state of Ohio calls its turnpike.  Even though it is a Federal interstate highway, I-80 in Ohio is customized to their own standards, including plazas instead of the usual rest stops.  These plazas are very large and include a gas/diesel station, shops, eateries, large clean restrooms (including showers for truckers), an information counter staffed by state employees in uniform, and huge parking areas.  (Once we left I-80 for I-90 we returned to the usual interstate highway rest areas.)  After getting fuel, we parked in the huge parking area, noticing something interesting in the distance.  We moved closer to find that the farm adjacent to the plaza had two barns with a message written on them in large letters.  I used my phone to zoom in closer (see below).  A cheerful reminder in our travels.

We arrived safely at the Erie KOA at around 5:45 pm.  We had stopped for a lunch break at a rest stop off I-90 about an hour west of our destination and taken a nap before fixing lunch.  Our alarm went off after 30 minutes but we fell asleep again.  We ended up sleeping about 1 1/2 hours.  Must have really needed some sleep.  We had driven through Cleveland with a long stretch of complicated construction, low overpasses, tight turns, etc.  We did get a look at Lake Erie on the left as we passed it.

When we checked in at the KOA office, the lady at the counter was dressed as a witch.  Halloween items were everywhere inside and outside.  I asked if they start early and she said that they were celebrating Halloween tonight and next Saturday night, since they close the park mid-October due to changing weather conditions that time of year.  Just before they close they celebrate Canadian Thanksgiving for their many Canadian patrons.  As we drove to our site, we noticed many Ontario plates, but not nearly as many as there are in Florida during winter.

We also noticed many small children all over the park dressed in their costumes.  I asked some of the adults how they were prepared for this upon arrival.  One woman from Pittsburgh said she read about it on KOA's web site and decided to drive on up with her grandchildren.  She was a very friendly woman who saw our fish symbol on the back of the Jeep and asked if we were born-again Christians.  She, too, is one and cheerfully shared how she and her husband met.  This whole encounter was evidence of God's providence, though Halloween is hardly a Christian holiday.  There were other very friendly people who were as surprised as we were about the early celebration, but they had arrived here early enough to go shopping for costumes.  This was the friendliest gathering at an RV park that we have experienced in two years of extensive travel.  It was a nice cool evening and a joy to be out talking to neighbors, unlike so many of the very hot days to the west of here.

Note the Halloween Inflated Toys to the Left

Pavilion Where Contests and Games Took Place for the Kids

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Thus far in our travels since July 16, 2018, we have traveled 7,321.5 miles in our motorhome.

EAST TOLEDO, OH.  It was a five-hour drive (300 miles) from Sycamore, IL today.  We also "lost" an hour as we returned to EDT.  Altogether a six-hour day plus a couple rest stops.  There were some beautiful farmlands along the highway with generally clear skies, though pretty windy most of the time.

Betty's electronic I-Pass, mounted high on the motorhome windshield, has worked great to handle highway tolls in several states without having to stop at toll booths.  When we traveled in the Jeep to Elmhurst and back, it worked for the Jeep as well.  It worked best in Illinois where you can drive under archways at normal speeds.  In Indiana and Ohio, you must pass slowly through concrete chutes for the payment to be activated.

The traffic was not too bad, mostly on I-88 and I-80, then I-80/90 together.  Tomorrow I-80 will drop off to head to the south, and we shall continue on I-90 to Erie.  I-90 follows along the south bank of Lake Erie.

We have only three hours of travel tomorrow to reach Erie, PA for the weekend.  We shall sleep in later tomorrow and leave later.

Our Site at East Toledo KOA

ELMHURST, IL.  Today I drove to a Quest Diagnostics lab in Sycamore finally to get the blood test my cardiologist requested for 4 weeks following his increase in my statin drug dosage about a week before we left on this trip.  It took me THAT long to find a Quest Diagnostics lab once the four weeks date came around (about 3 weeks into our trip when we were in South Dakota).  By then I was too far west to find that kind of blood lab.  Seems Quest is an eastern chain.

After the fasting blood test, Betty and I drove to her choice for a quick breakfast, McDonald's.  She had not had an Egg McMuffin in years.  Once inside the place we were stunned to find facing us an elaborate kiosk for taking our order.  The McDonald's in Sycamore is the gathering place for small town folk, mostly well-to-do farmers, to gather and catch up on local news.  Almost like the small town New England general store.

After breakfast we drove for an hour on small town roads through towns that lie along Rt 64 leading into the west of Chicago.  One town along the way was Elmhurst, where we stayed with Betty's two sisters and brother-in-law.  That afternoon we had a splendid time visiting her two aunts who live in a very nice assisted living facility.  Then we went out to eat supper at a fine restaurant in Elmhurst.  The next day, Thursday, we did some shopping, and Betty got her hair done.  After an early supper, we drove back to Sycamore to get settled back into the motorhome and prepare for an early departure for East Toledo, OH on Friday the 21st.  Much too short a visit, but the quality of time spent made up for the short time.  It was hard to drive away from Elmhurst so early, but we have a tight schedule to keep to allow us to attend a Tiffin Motorhomes Fall Rally in Vermont beginning Oct 1st.

While traveling on this trip, we have had limited TV reception, so we were unaware of the extent of hurricane damage there has been in North Carolina.  While in Elmhurst an RV park in New Bern, NC cancelled our reservations for early November, saying that they would be closed through the end of the year repairing damage from the storm.  Our reservations for the days following New Bern were for two days in Wilmington, but it seems they are flooded.  I have not heard from them.  When we hear more about timing for reopenig I-95, we shall work on new reservations farther west for those days.

SYCAMORE, IL.  As we attached the Jeep to the motorhome this morning in Oxford, IA to leave for here, I drew Betty's attention to the sky far behind the motorhome.  It was deep blue and turning black.  Images of tornadoes raced through my head as I recalled the RV park manager in Iowa telling us that in the event of a bad storm to run to the park men's room and shower area to seek shelter, but the weather radio said a severe storm with hail was coming but nothing worse.  The motorhome next to us pulled on out quickly, hoping to run away from it.

Just as we started to leave, the rain poured down.    I turned on the motorhome windshield wipers, and the driver side wiper fell off onto the ground.  I put on a rain parka and went out to try to fix it, very upset that something so ridiculous was holding us up.  This undertaking with the wiper lasted quite a while, with me getting very wet.  Betty walked over to the office to see if anyone could help, but no one was there since they do not open until noon.  She reached by phone someone who told her that trying to fix a wiper was futile; just order a new one.  That lit a bulb in my head, reminding me that I had ordered two spare wipers before the trip and put them in the basement.  I got one out and and replaced it quickly, shaking my head that I did not think of doing that sooner.  Betty returned, and now she and I both were soaked.

We put down the leveling jacks and deployed the slides to make it easier to change into dry clothes.  After that we again pulled in the slides and pulled up the leveling jacks.  At last we could depart, a couple hours late.  Sort of typical of how things have been going on this trip.

It was a very windy, rainy drive on I-80 and I-88.  Betty and I mused that God in His providence delayed our departure to allow the worst of the storm to pass before we got on the road.   Funny how we figure that out usually in retrospect, but fight the issue as it unfolds.  As we approached Sycamore, the rain stopped and the skies partly cleared.

We are staying three nights at the Sycamore RV Resort.  It was not easy to find this "resort."  Once in downtown Sycamore, you turn down a very beaten-up road through an industrial area.  At the end of that long pot-holed road is an RV office with an old RV park on two lakes.  It seems the lakes are popular for fishing, and locals come here just for that.  In season there are boats to rent, swimming, etc, but the season is over.  There are grassy areas in the distance, but the parking sites are all back-in on gravel everywhere.  Does not look like a resort.

Our Site at Sycamore RV Resort

Tomorrow we drive to Elmhurst for a short visit with Betty's relatives.  Driving in the Chicago area is always an adventure, with road construction and tolls common.

OXFORD, IA.  Our view of Iowa from I-80 was far prettier than that of Nebraska.  Beautiful rolling hills, though the ever-present corn was well past season.  Here in Oxford we watched agricultural equipment mow down the corn stalks and grind them up for other use.  Amazing how specialty equipment makes short work of it.

View Behind I-80 Rest Area

Iowa is self-consciously a farming state, with much focus on its farming history and future, seeking to protect the land from erosion for later generations.  We stopped at an interstate highway rest area an hour or so west of here where there were plaques on the walls outside and inside declaring "Good Farming, Clear Thinking, Right Living."  So there you have it.

Plaque Outside Rest Area

Just outside of Oxford are the Amana colonies, the settlements founded by the German Lutherans who fled Europe in the early 18th century.  They have their origin in the German Pietist Movement of Lutherans which encountered conflict with the authorities because of their pacifist beliefs.  They found safe haven in America in many places, including Iowa.  Unlike present-day Amish, Amana settlers do not shun modern innovation or comforts.  The Amana household appliance factories are here within the boundaries of the colonies.  We also saw a Whirlpool factory.

We drove in there this afternoon and even though we were too late to see all the things we wanted to see, we did shop the baked goods, got books on Amana history at the general store, and ate supper at one of the restaurants, The Ox Yoke Inn.  A very nice area with carpet-like green lush grass.

Inside Baked Goods Store

Betty Ponders Which Baked Goods to Get

Entry Area of General Store

Aprons

Stairway to Huge Basement

Coffee Section in Basement

Cabin Accessories in Basement

 We are staying at the Sleepy Hollow RV Park.  No sign of a headless horseman.  A nice place except that the roads have large pot holes.  With so many people buying motorhomes and taking to the roads, these parks are full every night even if they poorly maintain the grounds.

Sleepy Hollow RV Park