I really wanted to have a picture of the Port Grocer as we left.
Sheena and Darlene in front of the legendary establishment.
On the day we left we managed to stay ahead of the rain until the last half hour coming into Saint John. It rained hard that night and pretty much for the next two days. Cold, windy and wet. Not pleasant driving.
Cold November Rain. Most of it looked a lot like this.
Crossing the border at St. Stephen was a gift. A young guy, very polite, asked to have a look inside. When we told him we were headed to Texas, he kept asking if we were going anywhere near Brownsville. I know what goes on in Brownsville TX, he, he, but I played dumb and told him were weren't going there (and we're not). I believe more weed crosses international borders in Brownsville than any other place on earth.
So, other than the crappy weather, mostly an uneventful ride.
Until last night. Coming into Scranton, PA there was a major traffic backup. The GPS suggested an alternate route to get around it, about 15 miles, so we took it. Well, we ended up on some pretty dark, wet, winding and hilly streets, some of the finest the Blue Ridge Mountains have to offer.
As we were careening down a long slope I see a sign flash by "No Vehicles over 10 tons ahead, Last chance to turn around". We are 14 tons. Well, turning around was even less of an option than stopping. A long line of headlights behind us.
So I figured, how bad can it be? An old bridge maybe? Surely it could support us for a few seconds. No worries.
As we rounded a slight bend, there it was, a small trestle. But we weren't going over it. We were going under it! I don't recall the writing on the rusty old thing but Darlene assures me it said something like "Danger, Low Bridge".
I was on the brakes hard but we were going through regardless, no question about it.
I fully expected something very loud and "expensive" sounding.... but nothing. We never were able to find out the clearance of this bridge, but we are exactly 12 feet tall and I doubt we had more than a few inches to spare.
For some hilarious entertainment, well, not so hillarious for the driver, check this out:
There but for the grace of God go we.
Lesson learned. The GPS probably thinks we are a VW Golf. We're not! No more detours. We'll tough it out as in the good old days, before GPS.
We're in Roanoke VA tonight, our last Walmart stop for a long while, yay....not that we're unappreciative.
Last night's accommodation, Walmart parking lot in Wilkes Barre, PA. Not very picturesque but had a Liquor store, Subway, and a Starbucks. Checks all the boxes, no?
Tomorrow, Charlotte NC and the day after that......THE BEACH!!