On Wednesday morning, we hooked up the RV and drove 171 miles to the northeast across the southeastern corner of Pennsylvania to a picturesque campground just to the west of the Pennsylvania/New Jersey state line, the Poconos/Delaware Water Gap KOA. The Pennsylvania roads were not any better than when we lived here. The ride was bumpy and full of traffic until we neared our destination. Our last few miles were along narrow, winding roads engulfed in God’s glorious creation. As we turned into our campground, we were greeted by three deer at the entrance: a buck, a doe, and a fawn. They were beautiful as they hurried away as we approached. I was told they are there “all the time,” but we didn’t see them again during our two days at the park. I regret to inform you that I had my first real mishap while driving the RV once we entered the park. I was focused on following the directions on the campground map when it called for a fairly sharp turn to get to our site. I looked low and went wide enough to clear any obstacle on the ground. However, a tree just off the driver’s side leaned out over the road. I was sickened to realize that I was scraping the top driver’s side of the 5th wheel on the side of the tree projecting over the gravel road. A side light and the small rain gutter did not survive. The edge of the roof has some damage, but after close examination, I don’t think there will be any major repairs necessary. Live and learn!
We relaxed for the rest of the day on Wednesday. Thursday morning was spent on a 2.5 mile hike at Bushkill Falls, only a little over seven miles from our RV park. It was absolutely gorgeous. Bearing the (overstated) nickname, “The Niagra of Pennsylvania,” it contains eight distinct water falls found in a magnificent setting. The waters forming Bushkill Creek flow down from the Poconos, rushing over these falls on the way to the Delaware River below. There are several trails available, but we chose the longest, which visits each of the eight falls and is recommended for “avid hikers” only. Cindy did well.
We returned to our RV for the afternoon. In the evening we dined on steak, hot off the grill. And a little later, we sat by our own little campfire, keeping warm in the chilly mountain air. The next morning, we would depart for upstate New York, where our grandson, James was waiting.