Spent Christmas evening and 4 days total trailer camping in Cherokee NC in the Smokies with days in the high 60s and low 70s. That was followed by 3 nights in Raleigh with days in the 70s including New Years with my brother’s family. Saturday evening was spent in Fredericksburg VA; I didn’t have to work Monday, so I wanted to stay an extra day in Fredericksburg and go to the battlefield where my ancestor of the same last name as me was killed at 19, lucky for me leaving a pregnant newlywed back in rural NY.
So Sunday morning packing up and unhooking utilities in the Fredericksburg KOA a woman in a drivable RV pulls through the adjacent campsite to ask me, ‘Pulling out too because of the snow coming?’ I had no clue snow was forecasted, just my Peruvian had to work Monday, so we were going home. At home we barely got an inch of snow, but come to find out if I had stayed another night and tried to drive home I most likely would have been stuck on I-95 for 30+ hours. I wouldn’t have been that dumb though, would have just stayed at the campground until they cleared the roads of both snow and cars. I might be still waiting even today.
I did envision what it might have been, me cooking what food we had and handing it out along the roadside. We would have had limited water and food, and limited room in the black water tank to let stranded motorists use our bathroom, so I wonder would people taken it well when I started turning them away, or would desperation have them give me grief?
We had plenty of lemon bread, banana bread and Christmas candy, so in that snowy desert, we would have had dessert.