Today was a rest day….I did a little cleaning of the RV;
Ronnie did a little maintenance. He
cooked breakfast this morning (eggs, bacon, toast) and set off the smoke
alarm…lol. But it was great.
I worked on the blog from yesterday….took FOREVER to get the
pictures downloaded. Verizon service is
slow here; and their WIFI is slow, although it says the signal is excellent. But finally got it done.
We are at the very
back on the upper level of the park.
The park is big but nice and quiet, but
kinda rustic…Out of 9 sites in this section lined up here backed up to
the woods, they have crammed three RV’s in 3 side by side instead of spreading
us out for privacy. But it’s not too
bad. Wooded all behind us. (a 4th
just came in beside us) Go figure.
We had to get more propane and diesel, so we went down to
the little village of Florida. It’s a
beautiful day. After the storms, like
back home, the temps have got a hint of fall.
We slept with the windows open last night…a long time. Got up at 8:30 a.m. It was 70 degrees today and is supposed to
be down in the high 40’s tonight. Love
it.
The rest of the day we spent with the windows open enjoying
the fresh air/sunshine and read. And
worked on the route for tomorrow.
I made reservations for Bar Harbor, ME and talked to the
young man who worked at the resort reservation center that I called. As we chatted, he commented on the weather
where he was (raining) and I told him we were about an hour north of NYC and
the weather was beautiful. He said that
he was from NYC ( Lower East Side).
When I told him we were just there yesterday to see the WTC, he said he
had lived 5-6 blocks from the WTC and worked for a company who did carpentry
work and had a contract with the WTC.
He and his co-workers always met in the lower level and ate breakfast
together, then went upstairs to work.
That morning, he was late for work and called his supervisor and told
him. They all waited on him. As he walked to work, listening to his music through his ear buds, he said he
heard this great roar that was louder than his music. He looked up and saw the plane hit the tower. His emotions were unbelief, chaos…He said he
felt blessed because he was late and he felt he saved the lives of his
co-workers (I agreed with him and told him God had His hands on him that
morning). He said one of his managers
worked in the upper floors of the building and didn’t make it out but did have
time to make one phone call to his family…told his mom he loved her. So sad…It was so interesting talking to him
and listening to his first-hand account of that horrible day. He saw it all. And as he talked to me about it, he said it still made chills up
his spine to talk about it. He now
lives in Florida.
Defrosted the last of the gumbo for tonight…Good again over
brown rice.
Tomorrow we take I 84 East then up through Connecticut to
Saco, Maine….will visit the Kennebunkport area where the Bush’s have one of
their homes.
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