Always changing, moving, and only a mishap or two………..

When we left Colorado in early June, Keith had secured a traveling construction project management job……The corporate office was in Georgia so we took five days to mosey our way over to this lovely land. Keith grew up in Georgia but had not spent significant time there for many, many years. We were up for a new way of life, and the whole family was filled with excitement as this was like nothing we had done before. We stayed in the Cumming and Atlanta areas until the end of September while he worked on various projects.

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Bald Ridge Campground-Lake Lanier~Cumming, GA 
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Atlanta Children’s Museum – Atlanta, GA

At the beginning of October, we were thrilled to move ourselves to Hilton Head, South Carolina. We found an amazing RV resort right on the water, and the weather was cool and pleasant on most days. While we were there, we took Champlin crabbing for the first time and managed to catch a puffer fish! We had no luck with crab, but it was still fun to do!

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Hilton Head RV Resort & Marina


Originally, Keith was scheduled to work in the Savannah, Georgia (30 mins from Hilton Head) area through the winter, but work schedules changed and projects delayed leaving Keith without work. This halted our stay in Hilton Head,  but it opened the door to more adventures in Florida. Keith spent many hours over several days trying to find us somewhere budget friendly and a destination filled with opportunities for us to explore. Since we were entering peak Florida tourist season, the task proved difficult to say the least!  However, we finally left Hilton Head on November 13th and headed to Suwannee River State Park.


Monday, November 13th was a beautiful day without one single cloud in the sky, and we woke up with the target of leaving by “10 am”. Well, our family always has the best intentions when an early departure is set, but low and behold we never get that jump start. Keith jokes each time and says,  “Another Alpine start for the Hobgoods!” I think we finally left the resort around 1 pm. I remember saying to myself, “Oh, this is no big deal; it’s only a little over three hours to get there. It will still be light out and we can easily pull our coach into the campsite”.  Haha!

Here’s the deal……..Whenever you go anywhere in your RV, whether you are towing a vehicle or not, it ALWAYS takes about 30% longer to get to your destination. Our travel day went smoothly. Well, as smoothly as RV traveling goes! We had some typical stops that included refueling and a bathroom break, but we had a small detour. It was about 40 minutes before we were to arrive at Suwannee River State Park. My Mom was on this trip with us! She was driving our Honda Accord (I was her passenger), and Keith was driving the motorhome and towing our Honda Pilot. We each had independently entered the campground into our phones so we did not worry about whether or not we stayed too close together on the freeway.

I had lost Keith about a mile ahead and I thought I saw him exit, but my GPS had me continuing on the interstate so I was worry free. About two minutes later, the phone rang. Keith said somewhat impatiently, “Why didn’t you exit with me?”. I went on to explain that “my” GPS did not direct me to do so.  We spent about five minutes talking about what was exactly entered into Google maps and finally settled that Google went nuts!

When you drive a 40 foot coach and have a car in tow, turning around is not the easiest thing to do. Keith had to take a detour and meet us on the freeway about ten miles away, but it took him 30 minutes to get there! Finally, we were off with the sun slowly passing the horizon at a remarkably fast rate. Once we arrived at the park, my Mom and I drove to the check-in point and there was no one there. I was not surprised by this since it was so late,   but I looked back and and saw Keith was not following us into the park.

Frustrated and tired, we turned the car around and sped up the ever darkening road to see what the trouble was. He told me we were in the wrong place for the campground according to “his” GPS. Of course, we both started trying to confirm our coordinates on our phones, but now we were in a dead zone. Cell phones were of no use. So, we had to drive out closer to the main road and try to solve the issue.

Always at the worst time!

We tried to wave a person or two down with no luck, but finally after many attempts I got a weak signal. We were in right place! However, Keith had to turn the coach around  and come back into the park. The main gate was set to close at 7 pm…….a mere four minutes away! I stood in the dark in a strange place and blocked the gate in case it automatically closed while my Mom drove to the campsite to find its location. It took Keith another 10 minutes to get back to me.

He arrived and we headed for the campground in the PITCH dark! We found our campsite and now we had to disconnect the Pilot from the hitch, move it to a separate location out of the way, and park the Accord somewhere safe while we backed the 40′ brick into our campsite… little joke for the coach’s lack of turning radius! Now mind you, it’s late. Campers are quietly enjoying their peaceful fires and their much needed break from the big city. Not anymore, here come’s the Hobgood family with our entourage of cars and incredibly loud diesel engine to ruin everyones’ bliss. But it got better, Keith and I had to yell at each other so we could successfully provide directions without running into something or shredding our motorhome’s top from the dangling overhead branches. The coach was carefully pulled forward and placed at the precise angle so Keith could reverse the vehicle and squeak into our campsite……….and this is what everyone around us got to hear……….slow and blaring…….BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Nice, right?!?!It only took about ten minutes, but we got the beast into the site in only one try and in the perfect location! Aaaaah, we made it!

Stay tuned……


  1. We have walkie-talkies, but this is a diesel pusher. The engine is in the rear end of the motorhome. As a result, as the driver 40 feet away from the engine, I can hear. On the other hand, the noise of the diesel engine 10 feet away from Chantelle on the ground as the spotter/signaler renders hearing next to impossible. The walkie talkies that worked so well when we had a travel trailer sit uselessly in the Pilot’s glove box…We are developing our own sign language with appropriate facial expressions….

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