Fall Foliage, Day 41 - Mt. Olive Township, NJ, and Stroudsburg, Pennsylvania
Our exercise in positive-thinking continued today.
This morning we wake up and head out to re-fill the propane. When we arrive at the Andover Trailerama, the propane is on a dead-end, so we have to unhitch the car. Since the new campground we’re going to is only 20 minutes away and we’ll have to unhook the car again when we get there anyway, I drive separately. Christian had called ahead and they had availability, so we’re optimistic.
We get to where Google Maps says the park is only to find a dead end and a playground. I call the park to ask for directions and they say, “You can’t miss our sign! It’s got flags on it and says LCRA in big letters.”
I walk up the road, looking in vain for this mysterious sign. I look at their website - yup, that’s the same number I already called OH WAIT. Why is it saying that this number is registered in Austin, Texas??
I go back to the park’s website and click on “get directions” from their embedded map. Google says it’s a 26 hour drive… somehow the “South Shore Park” in Denville, NJ is linked to a phone number and website for a park in Texas. I feel a little betrayed by Google Maps by this point, and Christian and I go back to the drawing board to figure out next steps.
We decide to try going back to the park that didn’t answer our calls yesterday/last night. I’m still driving separately, and finding that the stereotype of New York/New Jersey drivers is true - two semis and three cars refuse to let me merge to give a pulled-over car + cop their one-lane buffer! I’m behind Christian and as I exit for the original park I see him carry on down the highway - maybe he’s taking a different route?
Oh well. I’m at the campground and this time when I call the phone number someone answers! He says he’ll be down in three minutes, and I check Google Maps to see that Christian’s now five miles away, which seems a little circuitous. One phone call later and he’s re-routing - Google Maps grr didn’t think he was where he actually was and kept telling him to continue on the highway.
I get us checked in, pick up the packages we had shipped here for our Halloween costumes, and find our spot. Christian finally pulls in and we all breathe a sigh of relief (Harvey and the Honda included).
My sewing machine has been acting up, so I call the Brother customer support and they refer me to a local repair shop. The repair shop says they’re not sure why I’m getting the error I am (“Lower presser foot lever” even though it’s lowered), and that they’d have to see it in person to know how long a repair would take.
So we drive out to Stroudsburg, plop my baby down on the counter and restate the error. I swear it’s the SAME GUY who answered the phone who said he’d need to see it, but he stays at his desk 10 feet away and immediately rattles off the exact fix it would need without even looking at it. Also, it would take three weeks to get it done even though it’s just part of the standard servicing. Why he didn’t tell me this on the phone, I don’t know.
I bundle my machine back in the car, hoping that we’ll find a different repair shop that can turn it around in a week (since that’s how long we’re staying at this campground). We’re already out here, so we head over to Inti for ‘authentic Peruvian cuisine.’ Neither Christian nor I have been to Peru, so we can’t really judge the authenticity of the cuisine, but it’s certainly delicious! Well-seasoned, perfectly cooked (empanadas crispy, ceviche fresh, seafood tender), and excellent service.
We stop to fill up the car and I experience my very first full-service gas station (since we’re in New Jersey and you can’t pump your own gas). Then at Walmart we pick up materials to make a “yoga tomorrow” yard sign and a mini-space heater. We figure this way when we’re plugged in at a campground we can heat the RV off of electricity instead of using up our propane.
Then we relax for the rest of the night. I play with a new app to make cross-stitch patterns and Christian does his programming thing.