Since I'll be getting back to milking the goats on Tuesday, Peter and I took advantage of our relatively duty-free weekend, and combined business with pleasure on a little camping trip. Our mission: to scope out a mobile home that a kind soul was willing to donate to the farm; unfortunately (for the farm), said mobile home was 125 miles away. We booked a camp site, and hit the road.
The trip was a bit circuitous. Luckily, we didn't have a deadline, so it was easy to enjoy the scenery. We found ourselves on a dirt road somewhere near Stevensville, PA, where these two were crossing the road:
|Momma and son pygmy goats|
|One of the "Alpine Lakes"|
Our 2.5 hour trip took about 4 hours. Oh well.
We set up camp at The Alpine Meadow Lakes Campsite. After about an hour or two of Rummy (the card game) and wine, a storm began to roll in...complete with tornado warnings. Peter, the intrepid camper, braved the storm for awhile.
|Storm? What storm?|
Worst. Neighbors. Ever.
7 AM: Headaches commence in 3...2...1...
We woke up early. I was tempted to blow the horn next to their tents, but I restrained myself. After a breakfast of camp-sandwiches and warm diet cola (it wasn't as bad as it sounds...it was pretty filling!) we began to break camp for the true purpose of our trip: finding and photographing the mobile home for Kathy. As we finished packing up, the clouds rolled in; we were in for a wet day. Thankfully, the rain broke the heat. It had been excruciating prior to the *tornado* the night before.
A view of the campground
The countryside was beautiful; the site was beautiful. We looked forward to a glorious day.
|Twin fawns in the road while we were lost; you have to accept the gifts as they're given.|
As usual, we got lost. Note to self: Verizon's "Navigator" AP doesn't work in the mountains. But it was early and cool out, so we took our time. I don't like driving around in circles, though. After about an hour of it, we stopped for a map and directions. I felt just like these guys by then. Check out their expressions. We parked right in front of them; they made me laugh.
|WWF road rage faces|
|The Susquehanna River|
Just ignore this picture. My software won't let me move it up. It's the near-tornado.