On Saturday, February 27th Jim was instructed to move to Greensville, South Carolina. Well, he was actually called on the Wednesday before. Any way we were on the road again.

When we had gotten to the site on January 10th I was concerned that the tires on the camper had sunk in the mud, then when the back tires on the converted semi began spinning, I truly knew that we were stuck. The week before we were to move, I saw the owner putting a lot of gravel into the now empty site next to ours and asked it we could have some in our site. We were willing to shovel it into the tracks. Unfortunately, I had been under the impression that we would be going north in about a month.

Anyhow, that was wrong. Of course, it rained overnight on Friday, but then, when had it not been raining. On Wednesday I had advised the owner that we would be leaving on the Saturday.

We were still stuck in the mud, lol. The owner was nice enough to provide a tow out, we just needed to get about 4 feet to be free, then the semi could pull us free. He arrived on a golf cart to check out the situation and agreed that it would take the tractor to pull us out. Unfortunately, the tractor didn't start, so we were left with an older Ford pickup truck. Jim reassured me that the older trucks had the get up and go. So, as I stood in the mud watching the camper, the trees on both sides and the power box, we successfully became dislodged from the mud. Now all we had to do was hook up the car and get on our way.

It took us about three and a half hours to get to our destination. The new park had promised me a pull thru. When we got there, it wasn't a pull thru but was a back in. So, we unhooked the car and I actually parked it in the neighbor's drive.

It was an end site and directly across from it was a pile of black dirt and a large puddle. After four tries, Jim could not back into the site. He had to maneuver the camper around a post at the entrance to the site and make sure the front of the semi did not clip the power box across from the post. Meanwhile he was hoping not to get stuck once again in the mud.

Once on the main road into the park, he called the number provided and left a detailed message about his attempts. Then he called other parks in the area, most were booked up until either the end of March or May. Finally, we found one, and when we got there it was great. NOT A SPECK OF MUD, LOL.

In three weeks we head on the long trek to South Dakota, where we will handle our MD appointments, then off to North Dakota for his work.

Now all we have to worry about is the amount of refund from the park that we couldn't fit into. Perhaps all, perhaps half.

Well that's it until our next adventure...