With a rebel yell
Trip Start Sep 27, 2010
34Trip End Mar 23, 2011
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Heading on up the I-85 we decided not to do the 600 odd miles in one but we would have one of our Wal-Mart breaks half way along then get to Larry's place at a reasonable time the day after. So with a misty start after leaving the garage with our new tires we took it easy driving on into Georgia and overnighting near the town of Newnan just south of Atlanta giving us a quieter drive through this busy metropolis the next day, a Sunday.
The next morning, finding out that Larry would be away for a few days, we decided to spend some time at a campground so we found what turned out to be a super location on Lake Hartwell, up in the trees at, Ponderosa Camp and Cabins run by Jamie, a fellow Brit who’ like us had come over to travel, got hooked on RVing and then ended up buying his own campground – as you do ;)
There were a number of trails to walk and the weather was just turning to spring, a little chilly but nice and sunny, even time to put the awning out. Wandering around the campground, further signs of spring were the seasonal campers working on varying structures around their RV’s from simple decks to elaborate structures covering right over their "summer homes". These gave us one or two ideas if ever we buy some land up in Novas Scotia with Leo & Nat. We also met a lovely couple who summer here, Harold and his wife from Vermont, he even introduced me to Nascar racing and “moonshine” (corn whisky). We ended up having three nights here and one excursion into the local town of Anderson.
Anderson seems to be one of those lovely towns that obviously had its heyday a while back but is now trying to update and liven things up a bit again. Like a number of towns we have visited there is a themed artwork installation sponsored by local businesses, here it is the Large Mouth Bass, incarnated as decorated fibreglass models dotted around the town (and one copper one in a pond).
Anderson has the title of “The Electric City” due to one of its native sons, William Church Whitner, who developed the concept for the first hydroelectric plant to transmit power over a long distance in the south. Using his system, on May 1st 1895, electricity travelled six miles from a generator on the Rocky River to downtown Anderson SC. We found Anderson and its collection of old and new a fascinating place, though rather empty of people (a Monday in February is probably not the liveliest of times to visit). It does look like things will liven up in March, when Anderson hosts a bit of a “brawl” to find the toughest men and women from around the area! Resisting the urge to stay for this, we also resisted the temptation of partaking in the very reasonably priced breakfast at Pete’s downtown café, we spent quite some time in one or two of the antique stores that were open with the rest of our time peering through shop windows and spotting the bronze bird sculptures that are also part of the artwork to be found dotted here and there. I wonder what the significance of those are?...
Leaving Lake Hartwell and getting back on the I-85 it wasn’t long before we had to stop and call for gas. By now I am quite good at judging how to get in and out of gas stations in order to position Bree for the fill up and leave room for Scoobie to follow us on round without taking any of the pumps with us as we exit. This one did look a bit tight but as we pulled in I was also planning my exit strategy so it was off to the far pump so that I could then face the road (nearly) in order to pop straight out. I had to drive round to the right of the row of pumps then between cars parked in front of the shop and the pumps to turn left on a swing round back in at an angle on the far side pump. That was the plan… there was, of course someone at that far pump so I pulled along, leaving space for cars to come on by from the other pumps when they had finished and I popped my left indicator on to show I was waiting for that pump. Almost at the same time as the car there drove off another vehicle (woman driving) reversed out in front of me from her parking spot in front of the shop, so I had to wait, this gave the opportunity for a young whippersnapper in a truck to nip in to fill up at my pump. I did happen to comment quite loudly – just as someone was walking by in front of me – they apologised???
Whilst waiting – again – the space beyond this pump where I was going to do my wide turn in order to make that angle so I could go almost straight out after filling filled up with a couple of cars parking! – how dare they? OK the lad with the truck eventually filled up, sauntered off to the shop to get his coffee, came back and drove off – my turn. Only thing is, it was now a tight turn, Scoobie did his best but it did bring him closer than I wanted to the edge of the pumps and by the time I had filled up more cars had parked over near my “escape route” – don’t they know how much room I need to turn round in? Pulling forward I couldn’t keep full lock on as I had to bring Scoobie away from the pumps, this put me too close to the parked car in front to clear it, so, doing what you shouldn’t do with a “towed” I had to reverse a bit. Just a couple of feet was enough to get the room in order to clear the car with my front end and the gas pumps with my rear, made it! All would have been easy if it wasn’t for other people – such fun…
OK Larry, here we come :)