Finished packing up, just about to leave at 10:30 on schedule, when I tried to start the truck and it wouldn’t go. The battery was dead! We got out the generator to see if we could use a new adapter we had bought to charge the battery enough to start it, but that took too long, so we eventually jump started it from the van. Meanwhile, we were trying to figure out why the battery was dead, when I remembered that shortly after we arrived Wednesday, Hubby had closed my truck windows for me, but had left the key on, which I only noticed after it got dark and my automatic lights came on. It was then I discovered the key was still on, but it didn’t occur to me to check the strength of the battery at that time, which I should have done. In any event, we eventually got going, and headed out about a half hour later. The gravel road was wide and open, but the twist, turns and steepness of the grade made it occasionally heart-pounding. Arrived, met by David who directed us to our "campsite," which was nothing more than a gravel parking area with several electric and water hookups in an open area. The "resort" was actually just a typical farm, all open spaces, pastures, ringed by some woods. We had gotten the impression there would be an old-world farmhouse/plantation kind of structure as the centerpiece, but instead there was a typical, even small, modern ranch style house. There were several large out-buildings like a modern metal barn and stables, but nothing that exuded anything remotely close to "resort." The guest house was a small brick structure that may have been the original house, but we don’t know that for sure. It looked older than the other structures, though. In any event, Dave was welcoming, indicated he had stalls waiting for us but we asked if we could put them in one of the pastures, which he quickly arranged for us. The pasture was mostly weeds, so we threw some hay in there for our guys. We got set up quickly, satellite dish and all, and we settled in for the evening, feeling exhausted as much from the aggravation factor of having to move as the actual physical exertion.
Finished packing up, just about to leave at 10:30 on schedule, when I tried to start the truck and it wouldn’t go. The battery was dead! We got out the generator to see if we could use a new adapter we had bought to charge the battery enough to start it, but that took too long, so we eventually jump started it from the van. Meanwhile, we were trying to figure out why the battery was dead, when I remembered that shortly after we arrived Wednesday, Hubby had closed my truck windows for me, but had left the key on, which I only noticed after it got dark and my automatic lights came on. It was then I discovered the key was still on, but it didn’t occur to me to check the strength of the battery at that time, which I should have done. In any event, we eventually got going, and headed out about a half hour later. The gravel road was wide and open, but the twist, turns and steepness of the grade made it occasionally heart-pounding. Arrived, met by David who directed us to our "campsite," which was nothing more than a gravel parking area with several electric and water hookups in an open area. The "resort" was actually just a typical farm, all open spaces, pastures, ringed by some woods. We had gotten the impression there would be an old-world farmhouse/plantation kind of structure as the centerpiece, but instead there was a typical, even small, modern ranch style house. There were several large out-buildings like a modern metal barn and stables, but nothing that exuded anything remotely close to "resort." The guest house was a small brick structure that may have been the original house, but we don’t know that for sure. It looked older than the other structures, though. In any event, Dave was welcoming, indicated he had stalls waiting for us but we asked if we could put them in one of the pastures, which he quickly arranged for us. The pasture was mostly weeds, so we threw some hay in there for our guys. We got set up quickly, satellite dish and all, and we settled in for the evening, feeling exhausted as much from the aggravation factor of having to move as the actual physical exertion.
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