It has been a week since we got here & the time just has gotten away from me. I will have to make a better effort to blog more regularly. The pot luck here at the park had so much good food it has me worried. If this happens too often I won't fit into my clothes or even the trailer. Sometime in the next few weeks Dollywood is having a pot luck for their employees. OH NO!! What am I going to do?
We went to the PO to get a PO Box since our mail can't be delivered to the park. We then had our mail forwarding service send our mail. When we got the delivery confirmation from the post office we went to get our mail. There was no mail, no written notification, & no parcel locker key. What's up? Since it was after the window service was closed we would have to wait until the next day. The next day I picked up the mail & the best they could say was "oops!". Sometimes I hate to admit that I worked for the Post Office.
One day we decided to go to Dollywood & check it out. You know, get the lay of the land & find our way around the park & employee areas. We spent most of the day just walking around & taking in the park. We also got to see the area we are going to be working in. Wait until you see the uniforms/costumes we have to wear. Once we get them I am sure Mary will get pictures on FB. We got our schedule for wardrobe & orientation so we expect to be busy from now on.
Another day we decided to take the motorcycles out for the day. First we just drove around the local roads just to get comfortable with the area. Then we just felt like taking a ride so we headed into the Smoky Mountain Park. A stop at the tourist center supplied us with maps & things to see in the park. We then went on into Gatlinburg. I know I mentioned this a couple of years ago but Gatlinburg is so "touristy". For those of you from our part of FL think of Johns Pass Village in the mountains. A little ways beyond Gatlinburg we stopped at another visitor center. More maps & info & we head out but noticed that the sky is darkening. Being on the bikes we decide to head home. Before we get to the bikes the drops start, slowly at first, then picking up speed so we hurry into our rain gear. They say that real motorcyclists ride in the rain whether they want to or not, so I guess we are real motorcyclists. It started to pour, to the point we couldn't see more than a few car lengths ahead. We took our time & eventually ran out of the rain just before getting home. The rain suits are worth their weight in gold. Being light weight & breathable keeps us comfortable in situations when we need to be most alert.
Tomorrow is another day so I will call it a night in our home in Pigeon Forge because....
Home is where we park it,
Frank & Mary