|The journey eastward took us across the NW corner of West Virginia. West Virginia is everything I’d ever imagined from what I’ve read – really hilly. If I thought the Tennessee hills were remote, that was nothing compared to where we landed in WV. We had neither telephone nor internet connection. The RV park had basic hookups, no amenities, so there was certainly no wireless available. But, the satellite did work, so we had TV. Yay!!! The place where we camped was so remote, this blog program doesn't even offer the nearby town as a location. I had to use the nearest large town, which was several miles away. When we put our Pennsylvania destination into the GPS, she gave us a route that wound around on a lot of back roads and it looked really iffy. So, we decided to drive it in the car, since we had a day to tootle around, to make sure we’d be OK in the motor home. It was the kind of drive that would have been terrific in the Mercedes 450SL with the top down, but not for a motor home. The road was so narrow, there was no center line. Then, the pavement disappeared. We were in the back country, but having fun. The scenery was beautiful with all the trees newly in leaf. We finally got to a state highway and went into the town of New Martinsville, right on the Ohio River. At New Martinsville, there is a bridge across the Ohio, along with a dam, at which are two huge locks. We watched as a tug with numerous barges worked its way through the lock and then watched other barges as they plied their way up and down the river. One tug was pushing ten barges. That had to have been a massive load. We made our way back to the campground along another route to make sure it was OK for the motor home and it was. It was along WV 2, on the Ohio River, that we discovered Sistersville, site of an oil boom in the late 1800’s. One of the plaques was about a well that had been brought in on 9/6/1894 with a daily capacity of 100 million cubic feet. The well blew on 11/28/1894, was brought under control for three months, and then the casing burst and the well blew for another six months. Imagine the oil that was spewing forth. Today, there is no evidence of any damage. There is no bridge across the Ohio at Sistersville, but there is a ferry. The azaleas were in bloom, which was a treat.