The original plan for the Badlands trip

Originally We were going to the Badlands slowly and after a couple weeks fly the boys back home and us continue at our leisure.  Traveling at that rate is not our normal travel life.

At one time we would drive 300-400 miles and stay stationary in a  town, sometimes a city for a week. Then visit the area to get the feel of folks. It was always fun and educational.  But this time the plans changed because of a surprise Medical appt, at Duke U. Medical center offering a chance to see if I qualify for the Cochlear implant.  That will be next Friday.

The day started in Nashville leaving from Nashville Shores RV park. I had planned to only take pictures of Barns today. (I smiled when I read Rick’s comment saying we were close enough home, to smell the barn), I shot 100 TRIES and only got  a couple worth posting.



I included the shot on the right to show what I normally got today.

Since I wasn’t having much luck at barns I decided to take a couple of the rock the Highway builders had to cut thru here in Tennessee.

And since we gave one of these to Mark, I spotted it knowing someone was using it as a storage barn (Stretch for a barn)

Then our road took us out of NC into SC and I got this barn.

And since I was raised with this Barn roof in my childhood, although it is out of focus you can still read See Rock City, a staple in the south painted on barns.


On a sad note, someone’s vacation was ruined and backed up traffic for 15-25 minutes in Nashville. An RV appeared to have been rear-ended by an auto.

BUTT back to South Carolina, near Gaffney is this huge Peach. Sheila and others will attest this is it’s good side. Another view is sorta embarrassing and always brings a laugh.

We are home. But leaving Nashville this AM the boys noticed I have developed a windshield crack.

The black magic marker marker in the center of the photo is how I mark a cracks travel. This one is a ‘y’ shape. This happens in a Coach when the body is stressed (twisted) caused by going up a grade at an angle. I knew this and still took the site assigned, twisted the coach and cracked the windshield.
However, compared to the wreck above, I can even smile. This is the worst thing that happened in 4000 miles with the terrible roads we encountered. I am a happy camper.
Nite Shipslog
16 states, 4000 miles and we are still friends with our sons.  We had a great time and hope they did.
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I was just a kid, but the 1952’s were a disappointment, they looked like the ‘51’s to me.