Skyline Drive in the Fog

When the our travels turn to custard, it usually can be fixed with the application of plastic. As we were getting packed up to leave Mesa Verde, Steve hit himself in the head with one of the low compartment doors. He swore a lot and several days later it turned into a black eye. Not a very big black eye, but a black eye nonetheless. Then I got a stomach bug of some kind, probably just from being on the road since early April. But, worse of all, the Roadtrek got sick. We first noticed the engine skipping in the west and assumed it was the heat. Then we thought it might be the altitude, then bad gas. It wasn't too bad in the west but after driving four days across the country, it got a lot worse in the mountains of West Virginia, on a Sunday, of course. At any rate, we spent yesterday at an anonymous Dodge dealer in Waynesboro. He fixed what was ailing, accepted plastic in return, and we were on our way. More or less. It was after 6:00 p.m. when we headed to Skyline Drive and the Shenandoah National Park. The entrance sign said the first campground was closed and the next was nearly 50 miles away. By now it was getting dark and very, very foggy. We decided to drive to the campground and regroup in the morning. We soon realized that in the confusion of the day we forgot to get gas and the van was very low. The good news is there was no traffic; the bad news is we crawled along through the fog waiting for the van to run out of gas. Luckily we made the campground, literally on fumes, in the dark and the fog and the rain. This morning we were just able to make it to the Visitor Center and expensive Skyline Drive gas. Expensive but very welcome.

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