Time to continue west, trying to get away from the humid weather, including rain! We headed southwest from Niagara Falls and ended up back in Pennsylvania. We joined Passport America and have been trying to use it whenever we can as it gives us 1/2 price rates. I found one in Mercer, PA. About 60 miles west of our stop in Penn Wood. Roxie wondered if we would ever leave Pennsylvania. Here is our spot in Mercer:
Mercer was a good time to get some rest and do the standard household stuff (laundry, etc.). Then it was time to move on and we headed into Ohio.
We were able to take advantage of some courtesy parking in Wooster, OH. This one was through the Airstream Courtesy Parking group on Facebook. Jason and Andrea were very accommodating and their spot was oh so nice. Top of a hill with great views and on grass.
It happened to be my birthday and we were thinking about going out to get something to eat but instead, we ate in like this (I actually cooked – grilled cheese):
On our drives around Wooster we saw a few buggies:
But we had to move on. We had a goal, Jackson Center, OH, the Mothership, Airstream HQ! We got there Sunday and found a spot in the TerraPort:
The next day we took the tour and saw Wally’s Gold Trailer and an original Bowlus. As most people already know you can only take one photograph inside the tour so I will not show that one. However, one of our fellow tour takers took a LOT inside.
Over by our spot, I found this plaque by some picnic tables. I am not sure what this means:
We ended up staying for 4 nights (at $10 per). We went down to Dayton to get my tires rotated on my truck and to see Dunkirk in IMAX. However, all fun comes to an end and we got on the road again but stopped up the road in Wapakoneta to visit the Neil Armstrong Museum. Wapakoneta was Neil’s hometown and they are very proud of him. It was a nice little museum.
We were talking with a fellow Airstreamer about this museum and we were recollecting about the lunar landing. I was 8 at the time of the landing (July 20, 1969) and I DO remember seeing it on TV but what I really remembered that the next day was declared, by President Nixon, to be a national holiday. That meant that my ninth birthday (July 21, 1969) was a national holiday, at least for one year.