Here is the camper off of the truck at the Ford dealership in Lynchburg Virginia.
That was last Thursday. On Wednesday, as we drove from Williamsburg to Appomatix, smoke started blowing out of the air vents and it smelled horrible! It was early evening so we got a place to stay at an RV park in Appomatix. Our original plan was to go see the courthouse, and the area where Lee surrendered to Grant the following morning. Instead, Thursday, morning we drove to Lynchburg to find a mechanic for the truck. We had to take the camper off for them to get the truck into the garage. 
Here is where I spent the six hours while the truck got a new heater coil. I was able to get lots of quilting done; so I was a pretty happy camper. First the "ol' man" breaks down then the "ol' Ford"; hope I am not next! It is a good thing we travel on a flexible schedule. 
A small world moment in Lynchburg - we were visiting with employees at Ford and discovered that one of the salesmen is from Oregon. He grew up in Hermiston and lived in LaGrande for several years. He knows my brother Bob and even had Bob tie some kind of knot for him. He gave us his card to pass on to the crew at the Ford dealer in LaGrande when we pass through again.
After the truck was fixed, rather than backtrack to Appomatix we decided to head for the Blue Ridge Parkway. 
We arrived near milepost 65 where the James River passes thru the lowest point in the parkway as it flows to Richmond and on to Jamestown. 
Fall colors were beginning to brighten the mountains. 
We drove just a few miles north to camp near Otter Creek. From there we began to see a bit of the famous parkway. I will post more on that in my next installment.
Here is where I spent the six hours while the truck got a new heater coil. I was able to get lots of quilting done; so I was a pretty happy camper. First the "ol' man" breaks down then the "ol' Ford"; hope I am not next! It is a good thing we travel on a flexible schedule. A small world moment in Lynchburg - we were visiting with employees at Ford and discovered that one of the salesmen is from Oregon. He grew up in Hermiston and lived in LaGrande for several years. He knows my brother Bob and even had Bob tie some kind of knot for him. He gave us his card to pass on to the crew at the Ford dealer in LaGrande when we pass through again. After the truck was fixed, rather than backtrack to Appomatix we decided to head for the Blue Ridge Parkway. We arrived near milepost 65 where the James River passes thru the lowest point in the parkway as it flows to Richmond and on to Jamestown. Fall colors were beginning to brighten the mountains. We drove just a few miles north to camp near Otter Creek. From there we began to see a bit of the famous parkway. I will post more on that in my next installment. 
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