If you like me, my name is Julie. If not, it’s Courtney

BLOG ON THE ROAD, Day 3
If you like me, my name is Julie. If not, it’s Courtney


We were up early this morning and had breakfast at Uncle Buck’s Restaurant.  I had creamed chipped beef on home fried potatoes.  Excellent.  Bonnie had two eggs fried hard, home fries, and country ham.  It was all good until she spilled her glass of chocolate milk over the table and onto the floor.  At least the food did not get wet.

I think the last time we saw Luray Caverns was almost 47 years ago.  Matt says, “Nope.”  I can’t remember taking the JAMM Kids, but then there are one or two things I don’t remember, so who knows.

But they are spectacular.  Take a couple days off.  Book a room at the Luray Caverns Motel.  And take the tour.  I’ve been in a lot of caverns, but these are the most beautiful I have ever seen.  I’ll post a few pictures below.

We had a great guide, a young lady named Julie, who had a tough job, because there were about 40 of us spread out over the cavern.  Many people wouldn’t keep up, and when they did come up close, they wouldn’t close their yaps long enough to hear what she was saying.  Kind of like being a preacher, I guess.  At the end of the tour she thanked us and said, “Remember, my name is Julie, if you liked me.  If you didn’t, my name is Courtney.”  We liked her.

We toured the Luray old-timey car museum, saw some great rides, and then headed our ride, Frank, up Route 340 to Interstate 81 and Chambersburg, PA.

We stopped in Front Royal at the Knotty Pine Restaurant for lunch.  I can’t remember what part of town the Howard Johnson’s Motor Lodge was in where we spent the first night of our honeymoon, but looking around, we saw nothing familiar.  Other than ourselves.  Several years older, and several shades greyer.  And balder – one of us, anyway.

Bonnie wanted to stop in Williamsport to visit her parents grave, and we drove by the church where we were married.  That hasn’t changed, at least from the outside.

Williamsport Church of God (it's another brand now)

Mr. and Mrs. Patel greeted us at the Travelodge, and welcomed us to a nice room that didn’t have the bed made.  At least the covers were turned down on one corner and it was way too early for turn down service.  So they got clean sheets and remade the bed.  I napped.  Bonnie Kindled.  Then we went to One Lincoln Place for supper in Gettysburg. 

We wandered around for a while until we met Pat at the Lincoln statue on the southeast corner of the town square.  Pat took us on a historical walking tour for almost two hours, and it was fantastic.  Dressed in period costume, she told us history of the battle of Gettysburg from the points of view of individual persons in the town.  Her talk was very animated, using different voices, and motions, and gestures. She was very enthusiastic.  A great time, indeed!

Now we are back in our room with popcorn consumed, pajamas on, and as soon as I proof this, I’ll post it to the blog, and then off to bed. 

TTFN!