Day Two And Three

Since it was a work day for Blake and we got up early to visit before he left, we were on the road at 8:30 Central time. Good thing. The oil pressure gauges were doing strange things. They had also done the same things the day before especially on hills. Gene thought the oil change place had put a lighter oil in it. He added STP which helped but that and a LOT of road construction made for driving slower and a long day. We arrived at Cedarbrook RV park in Lebanon,OH nine and a half hours later.
Lebanon is a cute town with a lot of cute small houses lining Main St. Most of them had been restored. Tha park was just half a mile from Main but had a real country feel with green grass and nice trees. The staff could not have been nicer. As in all these commercial parks, the spaces are close but we were on and end with only a camper on one side. They led us to the space, helped get us settled and they picked up garbage from your site all day. Sites were gravel and flat. There was a coolness in the air. Things were peachy until we tried to deploy the slide, which wouldn't. Gene looked underneath and found the blown tire had bent the hand crank shaft to the slide. It had also taken chunks out of the floor opening that to moisture probs. We will have to deal with these things at some point, but if Gene guides the shaft, we can make it work. We were happy to be in our home away from home again but due to the late hour did not cook but got a pizza.
Out again early on the 5th. When we stopped for lunch, it was in the 70's at noon.  Another day of slower driving mostly due to road conditions as the oil thing was doing better. We had a shorter trip though and arrived at our destination about 3 PM. We stayed in Ypsilanti, MI in order to visit The Henry Ford Museum in Dearborn. The park has about 300 spaces on one side of a small lake. They really have us packed in, but the fact that there are plenty of shade trees make it better.  The majority of the spaces have sewer and it appears that people stay for a long time, perhaps commuting back to where they work. There are a lot of children and they all seem to know each other and play in large groups.
We were sandwiched between a camper with a tent beside it and an older motor home. The motor home folks were sitting out and we could not help but interact with them as we were setting up just feet from where they were sitting. They turned out to be Bill and Carol Weaver.  After supper when we were out walking, we stopped to chat and sat for a bit. Turns out Bill had a transmission repair place but now mostly retired. Also a pilot with his own plane. What a coincidence!
Meanwhile on the other side there seemed to be a mother and father in separate cars, neither of which had a trailer hitch on them. And a large number of children from about 6 to teens. Not sure how many belonged there. Then began the saga of the tent. The father took down the existing tent and began putting up another, larger one. He then got on his phone complaining to someone that this tent was not right and that the directions were for another. Were we being nosy? No. This was going on about two feet from where our awning would have ended had we put it up and in the coolness, we had the windows open. Then I saw two boys hauling this tent down the road. When we came back from visiting the neighbors, yet another tent was going up, not very successfully. About 9 PM a car pulled up, parking directly behind our camper, like two feet from the bumper, leaving the motor running and lights on to illuminate the tent site. This person took charge and directed several boys toward the successful erection of the tent. I finally went to bed about 10:30, closing the bedroom window and hoping for the best. At 2:30 AM they were still talking and playing with a flashlight. I had closed the windows, so only heard them occasionally.