|Well, it didn't quite look like this.|
|Heading for New York City|
We awoke on July 1 at about 5:15 AM. We were eagerly anticipating our day and we were anxious to get underway, ahead of the crowds. We were happy that we had not been asked to leave the park at midnight and we assumed that the Governor and the Legislature had worked out a compromise that allowed the government to continue in New Jersey and us to get a nights sleep.
One more test
|Not so Fast!|
|A padlock glued shut|
We broke camp, took the top down on the car, and made our way for the night gate, making sure that we had the combination to the lock so that we could let ourselves out. When we got to the night gate saw another early riser, a motorcycle camper, from Ontario, Canada fumbling with the padlock. Linda got out with her piece of paper with the combination on it to see if she could help. As it turned out the problem was more serious than a poor memory. Someone, it seems, had poured glue into the padlock mechanism. The motorcycle camper speculated that it was work of a disgruntled employee who was upset over being furloughed. I don't know if he was correct, but it was reasonable speculation.
We used the emergency telephone number and called for assistance. While I was on the phone with the dispatcher, help arrived. New Jersey Parks employee, probably a supervisor, told us to go around to the main gate. This was easier said than done. Our car and trailer was on a steep hillside and a tight corner. After a couple of tries I was able to turn the Mustang and trailer around and drive to the main gate.
|Scott wit the "Master Key"|
The parks employee, Scott, met us at the main gate and discovered that whoever had sabotaged the first lock had done a thorough job as a padlock on the main gate was glued shut as well.
At this stage, Johnny's words came back to me: "You skwewed!"
Scott ran to the maintenance shop and came back with a large pair of bolt cutters. The lock was cut off and we were on our way after only a short delay.
Off to New York City
The night before we had programmed 42nd and Broadway into the GPS. We were guided over a spaghetti maze of freeway to the entrance to the Lincoln Tunnel. After passing through the Lincoln Tunnel we emerged in New York City.
|Times Square! The end of a very long trip.|
|"If we can make it there, we'll make it anywhere!"|
|A wonderful drive!|
|"Hey, Where's the Lincoln Highway sign?"|
"It's on the other lamppost, Bill."
After driving around and seeing some sites it was time to leave the city. We went back out through the Lincoln Tunnel and emerged in New Jersey.
This effectively ended our trip. We made it!
|Stickley Farms National Historic Monument|
But there was a little more sightseeing to do. We drove to Morris Plains, New Jersey to visit the Stickley Farm and Museum. We got there too early for a tour, but Linda and I were able to walk the grounds and peeked through the windows. (The first tour was not until 12:15.)
|The back screen porch looking out to the farm|
|A pleasant respite with Wally and Georgia|
Linda and I will be taking a few days off and performing some much needed maintenance to the car and trailer, laundry, and re-arranging of the car (Linda's Fiesta Ware finds), before we start heading west on the Yellowstone Trail. It has been a great adventure, one that I would not trade for the world.