The day started out and ended in a bad way. In between it was just boring. First, I broke the elbow joint that connects
my sewer hose to the RV park sewer system when attempting to unscrew it. RV supply stores are few and far between in
this part of the world so I’ll have to use duct tape until I can find another
one. Next, I was ready to connect the
car to the tow bar and had to be very careful while backing the car, as there
was a utility pole behind me. To protect
the utility pole was a hexagonal-shaped (six-sided) plywood wall, about four feet
high, which had been built around the pole.
While backing the car I kept a careful watch for the utility pole and the fence but backed right into a guy wire that ran from the top of the
pole to a point in the ground that was OUTSIDE of the pole’s protective
wall! Now I have a nice three-foot long
crease in the rear of my car.
As we were starting to pull out Herm (our Tail Gunner) began shouting and pointing. I was about to drive off with my door and patio awnings still extended. It wasn’t just me this morning, either. Keith and Pat tried to drag their jeep out of the RV Park before Herm ran and waved them down. They had forgotten to take the jeep out of gear and the wheels weren’t turning. They left some nice furrows in the gravel lot. Then when Richard pulled out of his site he tried to take out an electricity and water connection pedestal. Fortunately, Herm came to the rescue again and managed to stop him in time. Herm must think we are all idiots.
As we were starting to pull out Herm (our Tail Gunner) began shouting and pointing. I was about to drive off with my door and patio awnings still extended. It wasn’t just me this morning, either. Keith and Pat tried to drag their jeep out of the RV Park before Herm ran and waved them down. They had forgotten to take the jeep out of gear and the wheels weren’t turning. They left some nice furrows in the gravel lot. Then when Richard pulled out of his site he tried to take out an electricity and water connection pedestal. Fortunately, Herm came to the rescue again and managed to stop him in time. Herm must think we are all idiots.
As usual, Carol Ann and I were the last ones to leave this
morning (8:55AM). However, I did pass a
few others on the way to Twillingate so we weren’t the last ones to arrive. We stopped once for fuel and again to eat a
sandwich for lunch, otherwise it was a very boring drive. We arrived at Peyton’s Woods RV Park a little
before 3:00PM.
This RV park does not rank near the top of the list of RV
parks in which we have stayed in Canada.
It’s probably one of the bottom three, although it doesn’t appear to be
as bad as some of the reviews I read on the Internet. The sites are not very “scenic,” even though
Notre Dame Bay is just across the street.
They advertise Wi-Fi access but because our site is about as far from
the office as you can get and still be in the park we are unable to connect to
their Wi-Fi. As a matter of fact, my
computer’s Wi-Fi adapter is not able to even detect their Wi-Fi signal! I went up to the office to check on it and
found that all they have is a “household-type” wireless router with no outside
antenna. You probably have to be pretty
close to the office in order to use it.
But that’s OK. I put up my Hawking
outside booster/repeater on the top of the flagpole attached to my rear ladder,
which put it about 18 to 20 feet above the ground. I was able to find a much stronger Wi-Fi signal
that we can use (no password required).
It’s also quite fast.
At 5:45PM we carpooled a couple of miles up to Crow Head for
the All Around the Circle Dinner
Theater. This is where I have to be
careful not to offend anyone (but I’m afraid I may have to). It is advertised as “local fare, music and
skits”, which is exactly what it was.
But first let me cover the dinner.
We started out with a “homemade vegetable beef soup” in which I
identified two possible vegetables. Carrots
for sure and then either rutabaga, turnip, or potato. I did manage to find one small piece of beef,
about a half-inch square, near the bottom of the bowl. I was jealous of Val because I could see two
pieces floating on top of her soup (I don’t know how many more pieces may have
been in the bowl). The main course was a
choice of salmon, cod, or chicken. I had
selected chicken because I just don’t care much for seafood. The chicken was okay. It was stuffed with dressing and covered up
with gravy. The entree came with two
vegetables, very much like the soup. The
vegetables were carrots and potatoes.
You’ll never guess what we had for dessert. It was carrot cake (no joke). I should be able to see much better tonight
but I’m afraid my skin may turn orange.
I’ll have to check the color of my urine in the morning.
After the tables were cleared, the wait staff, cooks, and
bartender morphed into the cast of the production. It was, well, it was not exactly what I had
expected. And perhaps I was expecting
too much after having attended the Anchors
Aweigh show the other night in Rocky Harbor. Tonight’s show was extremely amateurish. At first I thought that this might have been
part of the show. You know, a
professional who acts like an amateur for laughs? But, no, there was nothing professional at
all about the performance.
There were three men and four women in the cast. One of the men played the accordion and the
other two played guitars. One of the men
acted (I use the term loosely) as the emcee and sang.
There was nothing of note about their playing or singing. They just stood there, very wooden-like,
showing no emotion, not even the slightest smile. Of the seven, one of the women might be called
funny. I thought the whole thing was
very much like a high school production but later decided that I was sadly
mistaken. It was more like something you
would expect to see in junior high. The
sound system was also of poor quality (but so is my hearing) and I had trouble
understanding everything that was said, such as the punch lines of their jokes.
Here were seven adults, who have done this same show six
nights a week during the summers since 1988 and yet there was absolutely no
polish to it. It really was like amateur
night. Now, I know I couldn’t do
any better, I will admit. But I’m not
charging people to listen to me. Then
again, people up here have to make a living and they have to do it over the
summer months. I suppose they can get
away with it since almost all of their audiences are tourists who will most
likely never be returning.
I don’t know why Fantasy chose to spend OUR money on this
event, nor do I wish to think about WHAT it cost US. We will be here for three nights and if that
was the best they have in this town I will be most disappointed.
Please, don’t think that I am being an ass about this. I really am a nice guy. Honest.
Ask anyone that knows me. I’m my
mother’s son. I was born and raised in
the South and she taught me to be nice to everyone, whether they deserve it or
not. I certainly don’t like to speak ill
of anyone, especially those trying hard to make a living. However, I have to be honest. That was about the worst thing I have had to
endure in a long, long time. I’m sorry,
but that’s the truth and somebody needs to tell it like it is because there are
travel articles, websites, and books that actually recommend seeing this show.
Maybe tomorrow will be better.
Maybe tomorrow will be better.
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