Friday, July 10, 2015

Out of Cherokee and the Charlotte Air Museum

I have to apologize for my lack of blog entries of late.  My delinquency was not of my choosing nor was it my fault.  The campground we were in advertised free WIFI but access was virtually nonexistent.  We were also told at check-in that AT&T delivered no service here. ZIP, zilch, zero, nada, none, no bars.  We had to drive several miles in order to get bars. 

Chipmunks and woodland ducks really own this place.

The Cherokee Indians call these mountains, "The hills of the blue smoke". They are labeled on maps as The Great Smoky Mountains.  You can see why.

The campground is on the Cherokee Indian reservation.  Indeed, the campground is owned and operated by a Cherokee family.  Other than signs by the road informing you that you have entered or exited the reservation, everything looks like life everywhere else in America.  However, as you live here awhile you begin to notice that some things are different.  For example, there is no AT&T service on the reservation except at the Harrah’s Cherokee Casino but Verizon is full strength on the reservation. When you drive off the reservation you start to get bars for AT&T.   Just sayin’...

It is common that RV parks advertise WIFI access and not deliver.  We have encountered it too many times and have taken action to have our cell phones turned into WIFI hot spots as a work around. However, our phones are AT&T and since we have no cell phone signal, well, you get the picture…

Now that I have finished belly-achin’ let me say that the campground is great! It nestled in a small valley west of the Blue Ridge Parkway in the Great Smokey Mountains.  It is beautiful here.  The air is cleaner, cooler, brighter.  Happy Holiday RV Village lies on an island between two creeks and is a large, well-managed, friendly RV park with good, sweet tasting water and well maintained hook-ups, bath houses, a pool, a stocked lake and plenty of maneuvering room. Since we were here over Independence Day, the park’s population peaked. 

We have thoroughly enjoyed ourselves here.  I will post some more of our adventures later.
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The day before leaving Lake Wylie, Jacob and I took a ride up to Charlotte Douglas International Airport to see the Aviation Museum. While not a large museum, it has one very special and unique attraction: The Miracle on the Hudson. The engines of US Air flight 1549 from New York’s LaGuardia to Charlotte on January 15, 2009 ingested a flock of geese soon after take-off and soon failed.  The pilot, Captain Chelsey B. “Sully” Sullenberger saw that the Hudson River that separated Manhattan and Hoboken was the only possible alternative to crashing into populated land areas.  The Air Bus A320, now a glider, was expertly handled and came to a stop on the water, now a boat, miraculously with no loss of life or even any sever injuries.

I know some of the people who were aboard that flight that day because I worked for the same company headquartered in Charlotte.  They were buyers, nine in all if my memory serves me, who were returning from a buying trip in New York.  This experience impacted their lives in different ways: A couple resigned within a couple weeks because they could no longer travel by air.  Others asked to be transferred to different jobs so they would not have to travel while other were seemingly OK.  All were brought closer to their families or God or both.

I marvel at the strength engineered into machines which can stand up to things like this and, at the same time, be light enough to fly.
Cockpit of an old Boeing 727-100. 

Jacob checks out the cockpit of an F4 Phantom.

The museum houses a very well cared for DC3 with good old Piedmont colors.

Old military aircraft on the tarmac of the museum.



1 comment:

  1. That landing on the Hudson was truly a miracle.

    Love those Smoky Mountains.