Who’s Fault Is It?
Angie damaged the RV pulling it out of our spot at the campground in Virginia. More on that in a minute.
Right now, we’re in Mount Pocono, Pennsylvania. We weren’t supposed to be here until tomorrow, but the “free” wifi at the Artillery Ridge Campground in Gettysburg sucked. The signal went out about 2 hours after we arrived yesterday. So we decided to leave there early and come here today.
Artillery Ridge - the place has a cool-sounding name, so I thought it would be cool as well. Nope. Kinda dumpy. And the lousy wifi cinched the deal. I didn’t even bother to ask for our $40 we pre-paid for tonight, as I didn’t want to get into it with the owners.
We’d stayed at Drummer Boy Camping Resort three years back, the last time we were in Gettysburg, and that place was nice and had good wifi. Should have stuck with them.
One redeeming quality of Artillery Ridge Campground though, I have to admit, is that they have an awesome diorama of the Battle of Gettysburg inside a small Civil War museum.
It is probably 50 feet long and 20 feet wide. I took Max to see it this morning before we left. Anyone can come and see it, however people staying at the campground can see it for free.
They also had a picture of Joshua Chamberlain and the 20th Maine, which any self-respecting Mainer knows turned the whole battle by defending Little Round Top and preventing the Confederates from flanking the Union line.
Chamberlain was born in Brewer, which is the city on the east side of the Penobscot River, right across from Bangor. After the war, he came back to Maine and served as Governor, and later as President of Bowdoin College.
But back to the “accident” I started this missive with.
So we were pulling out of our spot at the campground in Virginia on Tuesday. I was outside directing, Angie was driving. The part of the campground we were in was in the back, in the woods. The spots were pretty neat because they were kinda carved into the side of a hill lined with trees. But they were tight…probably a little too tight for a 32-foot RV.
Anyway, Angie takes the turn out of the spot a little too sharply (she has to because the there is a tree looming directly in front of her), and takes a nice chunk of bark off a tree with the end of our awning.
This is, of course, the new $400 awning that we had put on just before leaving on this trip.
I’m afraid to unroll it and see what the real damage is.
And while it is true, I was “directing” her, she is so good at telling me how to drive when I’m behind the wheel that I figured she didn’t really need my help.
May 31st, 2008 at 1:37 pm
I hope that what came into Max’s mind while looking at the diorama was “War is for barbarians.”