Our man in NYC, Steve, picked us up from the digs in Brooklyn at 1100 today. He's been an absolute star helping with the logistics of this stage of the run. We drove up state to pick up the motorhome which was a 90 minute journey. Having been to the same secondary school, we talked quite a bit about the teachers who were there, some of the fellow students which I barely remembered and the general lack of a quality education. And fate has drawn us together again some 39 years or so later.
"It’s never a straightforward process." is what I wrote on the blog this morning in relation to picking up the motorhome. This is the fourth long term hire that I've done since 2011 so experience told me to expect a not so smooth process. I'm sad to report that it was as stressful as I'd feared. We got there in the end though.
We loaded the luggage into the motorhome and Steve and Carlton hatched a plan. The outcome was that I would sit alongside Carlton while he drove to a service station to meet back up with Steve in his car.
The relatively short drive to the service station was enough for Carlton to reacquaint himself with driving a motorhome in the USA again. His first stint was of course during the final weeks of the run across the USA in 2011.