Day 5 - A Day with GPS Drama

Sunday -   Max Meadows, VA to Edinburg, PA 

Our trip to date

Today is a day when the goal is to just get from Point A to Point B.  But life is never that mundane, is it.

 We found upon departing that my marriage-saving GPS was, of all terrible things, dead.  Oh God, does that mean I may have to resort to a M-A-P? The Rand McNally paper- thing used for centuries past?  I equate my loss of  these basic skills to the pimple faced, tattooed, ring disfigured kids behind many a check-out counter that can’t make change for a dollar.   Modern technology is a mixed blessing, but boy in this case, it sure prevents couples from arguing, and the incredible frustration of wives when hubby refuses to stop to ask for directions! ( Whether or not Hubby chooses to follow said GPS is another story. )Thankfully, I clutch my iPad to my chest, giving me the same feeling of security as my old favorite Teddy Bear. Blessed are the "back-up devices ".  What would we do without all these brain deteriorating modern marvels? How would we find our way out of the proverbial paper bag?

The 7" screen on this GPS is HUGE!

Thankfully I had my Ipad and cell phone as back up. Electronic device addiction.  I wonder if there is a re-hab center for that.

After 2 ½ hours of intensive research ( one of my idiosyncrasies  ) we decided to go for the "Super Deluxe" model that is designed for RV’s or Trucks.  It is supposed to keep you off of roads with low bridges, or those restricted with propane tanks, weight restricted roads, etc. I found where the best price was, and where along the way we would find it in stock.  We stopped at Best Buy, put all the specifics of our motorhome, ( entered 11 ton weight to be safe ) and proceeded happily on with our huge 7” screen and new-found confidence!

Oh no!  We are heavier than this bridge's weight limit!  I hope this thing is amphibious.
Where do we keep the life jackets?
If we collapse this bridge, do you think we will be on the 6 o'clock news?
I can't believe our " smart " GPS took us this way. 

We drove a mere 20 minutes up the street and was instructed to take these tiny, tiny neighborhood streets ( which I could not believe Norm could navigate through )  and as we slowly took the next corner……

 We saw it. We felt it. Dread... Down this steep hill was a narrow cement bridge......

 The sign read “ DON'T CROSS BRIDGE WHEN UNDER WATER “. Durrrrrr. 

 And another that said   “10 TON WEIGHT LIMIT “!! Didn’t we just input we were 11 ton?  Ahhhhhh….

  I took this picture for prosperity and for the 6 o’clock news team  and prepared for a potential collapse.  People fishing saw us coming and ran off the bridge and cleared the way!!!!

And…….we were fine.  I could have used a Depends,but Norm did not seem fazed. 

So much for being totally confident with this new purchase.

We arrived safe and sound at Creekside Campground which had great potential of being very nice. It was, in fact, beside a creek.  We found a site, avoided the poison ivy on the site, ( hopefully ) and watched the ducks flirt with each other.  We then had dinner and watched a movie.