Drove on to Luray VA Friday for the RVWomen Rally…didn’t visit the caverns, cause I’m cheap and I’ve seen them years ago. If you haven’t, then you should go …they are pretty amazing.
Cute little town…drove on to the campground where the rally was..it’s a KOA which I’ve never wanted to stay at… so I drive thru to look at the layout…typical space on top of space with few trees and very sterile…I drove back to the registration office and asked about prices. $50 a night but for a tent space they would go down to $28…jeezz I could stay in a motel for that price and watch tv and be cool…so I tell the owner I can’t really do that for 2 nights so I left and she followed me out and seemed really rude that I didn’t want to stay when she was being so generous with me. I asked if I could go back in to see what the plans were for the rally and if I could participate without staying there and she didn’t want me to unless I was staying there, but when I started tearing up in frustration, she relented and let me go in.
Have I mentioned that now that I don’t want to take my anti-depressants that I get weepy over a broken finger nail? I especially cry when I’m pissed off…left over PTSD from an abusive husband…lot’s safer to cry than try to fight back…anyway I went in and found a couple early arrivals and they said I could come as their guest and just go back and forth for the meals and such, which the campground owner finally agreed to.
So I explored Luray a bit and went back for the dinner with everyone. What a great group of women! I did feel a little strange though since they don’t really do the van dwelling thing…biiigggg rigs OMG…can’t imagine wanting to drag my house with me around the country and stay in ugly KOA’s but they seem to like it.
I went home to Walmart that night and againnnnnnnnn left my key in accessory mode and ran down the battery…don’t sigh Jena, I know…found a guy in the parking lot to jump me…well my battery anyway…and he had also lived in Annapolis and Fredericksburg so we chatted about that awhile as the car was charging.
There was a nice breakfast with the ladies and then off to a craft show downtown. Not much of interest, more of a flea market, but I did have a long chat with a stewardess who was selling handcrafted items she buys in Bali that were exquisite and I couldn’t afford any of them. She is using that as her retirement plan…not much younger than me… so she travels the world and picks things up and sells them…she just got back from Kuwait…what an interesting woman. Anyway walked back up the hill to a new shop that had only been open a week called Hunt and Peck…kind of a thrift shop with all sorts of interesting things and score! found a beautiful Coldwater Creek orange linen jacket for $2.50…don’t need any more clothes, but really! could I pass that up? of course not! Picked up a homemade carrot cake for the potluck that night and headed down the road.
The festival had downtown streets blocked off so I detoured and drove back to this wonderful park area beside the creek, so I got out of my car and set up my stuff at a picnic table and worked for awhile. Beautiful peaceful place until some middle school kids came along to swim in the creek…not too bad except they were practicing how many times they could fit the f word into a sentence so I eventually moved on to another section of the park, had some lunch and watched the ducks swim around and read my book…lovely.
I guess the rvwomen stayed in their rv’s and took naps in the air conditioning…we had a great pot luck…omg the food these women cooked in those big rv’s… and I decided to head up to Skyline drive and camp out.
Don’t worry mom – I left my headlights on over night and had to have AAA come jump me because apparently even though I have TWO jumper cables in my car I did not put even one of them in the van π¦ But I did still shake my head at you π