Today was a travel day. We left Gettysburg Farm TT near East Berlin, PA, and headed west on skinny rural highways for about an hour before running into I-81 where we turned south for a bit. After a short drive on I-81 we turned west and followed the Mason – Dixon line on I-64, an ancient freeway with world-class paving defects sufficient to cause inadvertent lane changes. We wandered into Maryland as we continued our westward trek and soon ran into some mountainous terrain such that it seemed we were almost always turning, ascending and descending. There were few straight, level sections.
As we have traveled this year, we have run into many things on the east side of the Mississippi River with the named of Cumberland. Where Tennessee, Virginia and Kentucky come together we visited the Cumberland Gap NHP. In eastern Tennessee we crossed the Cumberland Plateau. Today we drove through a city in far western Maryland called Cumberland. They do not seem to have any relation but they are all scenic. Cumberland, MD, is a gorgeous community built in some terribly steep valleys with an abundance of historical and highly snazzy buildings. We will go back and visit but today we continued on to Grantsville, about 20 miles short of West Virginia.
We pulled off I-64 and headed to a place called Little Meadows RV Park. It is a strange park. First, they only take cash. There is absolutely no wifi or sewer hookups. Even electrical and water hookup was challenging because the place is not so much an RV park but actually a place where many folks have pulled in their trailers and built yards and sheds around them. The folks across the street from us could not pull their trailer out of the park without substantial demolition of the shed their trailer is parked under, their gardens, their lighting arrays, retaining walls of rubble and myriad other alleged improvements. The RV campground is on the opposite side of a 100 acre pond from the office and concealed in a thick grove of hardwood trees. We initially thought it was too dirtbag to stay but we found a smidgen of adventurousness and pulled into a campsite after slithering down the squirrelly gravel roads lined with trees. There is no satellite reception because, due to the trees, we cannot really see the sky.
We’ll give it a try because there is absolutely no other place to go in this part of the world, barring a WalMart parking lot about 50 miles away.
We took a few pictures on the road. See them by clicking the asterisk *