Bible Verse

Beg as loud as you can for good common sense. Proverbs 2:3

Friday, October 25, 2013

Acme, Anyone?

If you’ve been paying attention, you’ll remember that we bought a new camper back in June or July (I wasn’t paying that much attention, myself).  Since the purchase, we’ve been trying to give it a name.

We named our last camper the Damper Camper because for the first dozen times we took her out, it rained for at least a portion of the time we were gone.
So we wanted to make sure we gave our new rig just the right name.  And because of that, we waited to see what kind of new adventures she would take us on.  Our last trip out, she gave us her name.

Our trip took us to Edisto Beach, SC, south of Myrtle Beach, to see the Atlantic Ocean, walk on the beach, stuff like that.  We would stay one night in Augusta, GA on the way there and three nights at Stone Mountain, GA on the way back.  Seems kinda straight forward, doesn’t it?
We had a great first day on the road.  A little hectic getting through Atlanta for us country folk, but we made it just fine. 

Until we came to the RV park where we were spending the night.  The two-lane road in front of the park was undergoing an extensive re-do, like having great big holes in the road, big equipment everywhere, men with hard hats milling around, dust everywhere.  We managed to get into the park where the manager met us in a golf cart to show us our spot.  It was very windy and chilly, so we didn’t try to sit outside.  We just had some supper, watched some TV and went to bed, because the next day was going to be full of travel again.
At some point during the early morning, we were awakened by a strident and urgent BEEP-BEEP-BEEP over and over again as the construction equipment was working on the road about 200 yards away. 

Shortly after that, there came a loud knock on our door.  It was the manager with a map of the park, showing how to get out on the road because the road crew had moved down and was now blocking the way we had gotten in the day before.
So we got it all together and left for Edisto Beach, the beeping a mere, irritating memory.

We were at Edisto Beach for 7 nights.  And we were enjoying ourselves, sitting out at the campsite, walking on the beach.  The campsite was a little close to a two-lane road that had not shown up on the map of the park, but all in all, very nice.
Until 3 days before we left.  We could hear something in the distance, some kind of noise, getting closer and closer.  Finally we could identify the sound -- BEEP-BEEP-BEEP over and over and over!  Turns out they were repaving the road that ran alongside part of the RV park.  Our part of the park, of course.

Now, you know how construction crews and road crews get accused of standing around and doing nothing.  But I’ve always thought that if you really watched them, you coud see that they were usually making pretty good time getting the road fixed.  And I’m sure there are fine road crews in SC that zoom right through their repaving chores.
This crew was not one of them.

The road really wasn’t that long.  I don’t know what the hold-up was, but for 3 days we awakened to the BEEP-BEEP-BEEP.  It was getting closer and closer, louder and louder.  David asked if we could move to a different part of the park the first day we heard it.  No.  Could we have a refund so we could at least leave a few days early?  No.
Well, okay, then.  We stuck it out.  But on the second day, when the tar smell was about to choke me and the ground was trembling beneath me, I hollered at David, “I’m going in the camper.”  I usually don’t holler at David, but I did that time so he could hear me!

It wasn’t that we couldn’t come and go out of the park.  We could and we did.  But it was a big hassle because they were only letting one lane of traffic go at a time.  And since we were always at an exit to the park that was in the middle of the only letting one lane of traffic go at a time, we had to have a special hard hat guy come and figure out the configuration of the traffic flow so we could move in or out.
We found some solace on the beach, which was down the road from the repaving.  The night before we left, we were sitting on the beach, watching the surf, the birds, the clouds.  We looked at each other with love, the love that comes from being soul mates for most of our lives.

“David,” I said quietly.
“Yes?” he answered sweetly.

“Do you hear a BEEP-BEEP-BEEP?”
“Yes, I do,” he said calmly.

“Good,” I said.  “I thought I was hearing things.”
You guessed it – the repaving had miraculously gotten in gear to reach the entrance to the beach.  Except it was still up at our park, too.  Amazing.  It was like a rubber band – it just kept stretching and stretching.

So on the third day, we awoke to the BEEP-BEEP-BEEP.  We actually used it as an alarm clock.  Why bother to set one when these guys got there earlier than you usually woke up?
So off we went to Stone Mountain, GA.  Have you ever been there?  It’s a great place and has so many things to see.  We had never stayed at the RV park before, so we were looking forward to that. 

We had an uneventful trip, found the RV park fairly shortly upon arrival.  We were just turning the corner to check in and find our campsite when a sign caught my eye.
“Repaving will begin on October 16.”  Today was October 16.

Once again, the BEEP-BEEP-BEEP.  But this road crew was very fast, and we hardly heard them or saw them even as we moved around the park.
God knew we just couldn’t take anymore.  Thank you, God!  And I mean that literally.

So now to the name.  I thought it should somehow reflect all the road work we had encountered, so I offered the Beepster.  No, David didn’t like that.  He came up with one that I can’t really reveal here.  I could see how it applied, though.
We finally decided on the Roadrunner because that was certainly its language.  Do you know any other creature that says “BEEP-BEEP-BEEP”?


  1. Tar pit might work but ROAD RUNNER (BIRDIUS HIGH-BALLIUS) Not bad.does fit.
    lu davy