Grandmother wants ice cream
WOODWARD, PA-The family had been gone about two hours when an Amish horse and buggy outfit came flying in to the campground. I was sitting at a picnic table trying to figure out a way to avoid any future camper parking meltdowns. My latest episode drove the family off to closest Walmart (an hour away).
A few moments later a the youngster of the two visitors appeared about twenty yards away from me and around the corner of the camp store that we were parked behind. I waved at him and he called out, “Grandmother wants ice cream”. I yelled back, “You’re selling ice cream?! Maybe next time”. He backed away and disappeared around the corner. I was serious about next time. I wasn’t aware the Amish were also ice cream makers, but judging the by the quality of the cabinets they used to bust out for Ken and Uncle Kieth’s house flipping projects I was sold. Then I replayed the scenario in my head and realized what he had actually said and that they were here at the campground wanting ice cream, not selling it!
The pair then appeared on the other side of the store. Feeling bad for stereotyping people with novel modes of transportation as ice cream salesmen I walked over and talked with grandmother. The store was closed so I pointed them over to a fella named “Froggy” who had opened the store for us the last time we were here.
As the sweet toothed Amish duo were pulling away, the family was back and pulling in. While they were gone I figured out a way to ensure smooth landings at our campsites going forward. We’re going to broadcast the GoPro video feed from high atop a pole back to me in and my phone in the truck. The GoPro will be situated not on the camper pointing back, but fixed in place in the back of the campsite pointing forward. Two 2x4s will be laid on the ground under the GoPro to form a landing strip for me to aim for. Erin will be off to the side with huge earphones and flashlights in each hand waving me in.
View from the GoPro as held high above my head attached to a broom handle. I tested many variations of this.
And since I was on a such a roll solving problems, I confidently jumped in to the truck (per Erin’s idea) to rescue the boys from the camp shower. They were trapped there when this crazy thunderstorm blew in over the ridge twenty minutes ahead of schedule. My phone fell out of my comfy driving shorts (athletic shorts as Erin calls them) when I went out to escort the boys to the truck under umbrella. I found it face down in a mud puddle when I returned to the shower after having dropped off the boys and realizing it was missing. So all this was just a super wet and stressful way of confirming that iPhone 7s really are water resistant.
We finished off the day slurping spicy ramen and sweating in the camper with the windows closed and the air non-conditioned while the storm pounded loudly. Also, the Monkees visited this campground in 1989.
