Washington, D.C. – Our First Big Destination
After two wonderful Harvest Hosts stays, it was finally time to head toward the destination we'd been planning for months...
Washington, D.C.
We had reserved a full week at Cherry Hill RV Park in College Park, Maryland, because we wanted enough time to experience as much of our nation's capital as possible. From everything we'd researched, Cherry Hill was one of the closest and most convenient RV parks for exploring Washington, D.C., and we couldn't wait to begin sightseeing.
But before we could even think about monuments and museums, our excitement quickly turned into disappointment.
As we were getting settled into our site, we walked around Big Bertha and noticed something wasn't right.
Two windows had been broken during the trip.
The driver's side rear of the RV had deep scratches, rock chips, and dents that hadn't been there when we left Tennessee.
Our hearts sank.
It was one of those moments where you just stand there staring, wondering...
"How did this happen?"
"When did this happen?"
"How much is this going to cost to fix?"
I'll be honest.
After everything that had happened during our first few days on the road—the sewing cabinet falling over, the broken patio door hardware, and now exterior damage to our brand-new RV—I started wondering if we'd made the right decision.
Had we made a mistake?
Were we crazy for leaving the comfort of our home behind?
For a little while, those thoughts were hard to ignore.
But then I thought back to everything that had happened before we ever hit the road.
Selling our house in a single day.
Finding Big Bertha.
Finding our truck.
The way one piece after another had fallen into place.
There were simply too many moments that reminded me God had been guiding this journey from the very beginning.
That didn't mean everything would be easy.
It simply meant we needed to trust Him through the difficult moments just as much as the exciting ones.
Sometimes faith isn't believing that nothing will go wrong.
Sometimes it's believing you'll be okay when it does.
Once we had a chance to catch our breath, we started exploring Cherry Hill RV Park, and it didn't take long for our spirits to lift.
To say this campground exceeded our expectations would be an understatement.
It truly felt like a resort.
There were swimming pools, splash pads, basketball courts, beautiful landscaping, waterfalls, a café, playgrounds, and one of the biggest advantages of all—easy access to the city bus that connected us to Washington's public transportation system.
For anyone wanting to visit our nation's capital without driving through the city, the location couldn't have been more convenient.
By the end of our first evening, we knew we had chosen the right place to stay.
Without question, Cherry Hill RV Park is somewhere we'd happily return if our travels bring us back to the Washington, D.C., area.
Sometimes the road throws unexpected challenges your way.
Sometimes it rewards you with places that remind you exactly why you started the journey in the first place.
For us...
Cherry Hill became both.
And with Big Bertha safely parked, it was finally time to begin exploring one of the most historic cities in America.
Until next time...
Keep adding memories to your wall.
— Greg & Anna
SeasonedRVers 🚐🐾
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