In Georgia. Golf time!

Sunday. We rose early and were out of the campground and on the road before 6 a.m. There was quite a bit of fog along the route until after 9, and that slowed us down some but not too much.

Our goal was to reach the state park in Georgia early enough to check in, put the camper up quickly, go to the nearby golf course (part of the park), and play 18 holes.

About two hours into our 8-hour drive a passing motorist honked his horn at us and gestured back over his shoulder and down. With a feeling of dread we immediately pulled over to the shoulder and checked the camper. Sure enough, our electrical cord (with which we plug into campground power for electricity in the camper) was dangling out of its hole in the left side of the rear bumper.

Ordinarily this 30-foot cord is coiled up inside a small compartment with just the plug protruding. And that plug is held stationary by a small plastic cover or door that snaps into place. Well, the door popped open. Not an unusual occurrence, but usually the cord does NOT then “leak” out of its compartment. Today was different.

We found that the plug had been dragged along the highway for no telling how many miles, and all of the metal prongs were worn away. This meant that when we arrived at our next camp site we would have no electricity. This was unacceptable!

Solution: We found a Lowe’s Building Supply store that was open on Sundays and bought a replacement plug.

(Thanks a LOT, Rob!)

As a result of many years of experience, I always pack my tool kit when we travel. Thus I was able to cut the damaged plug off the end of our power cable and install the replacement plug.

Total cost (replacement plug): just under $10.00.

Total travel time delay: 45 minutes.

However, I’m pleased to report that despite the delay and hassle, we STILL made it to our campsite in time to set up and get our round of golf played before dark.

What’s that? You want to know how we played?

Well, Carol had a 42 on the front 9 including two pars and one birdie. On the back 9 her putter let her down and she ballooned up to a 49.

Me? Well, let’s just say that Carol beat me, as usual.

Tomorrow I should get a chance to go online and post this. We’re driving to another Georgia state park to play twice, morning and afternoon, before returning here to Rutledge. I hope to have dinner in Madison at the restaurant we found last year where they served that scrumptious pecan-crusted broiled trout. (Yum!!)

If so, we’ll stop where we can find a Wi-Fi signal and post this. More soon.