The busted motor home saga has finally been resolved. Two weeks ago Wednesday, we got a call from Final Finish, the repair facility chosen by Camping World, and told to have Felix there the next day, so we packed up and took off for Morgantown, about 70 miles from Hopkinsville. It was one of those trips where midway you think, “we are NOT taking this way back!” because the nav-queen routed us to State Highway 79 which is a 30 mile, windy, two-lane road going from Russellville through Butler County. Dave drove Felix and the two pups and I went by car so that we’d have transportation during however long it took for the repair.

I had researched Final Finish ahead of time and was relieved to read quite a number of 5-star reviews that included work they had done for the National Corvette Museum, so we were confident taking Felix there and even more so after we met Brandon, the manager. He was a pleasant, young man who was courteous and assured us, after appraising the damage, that it was ‘minimal’ and would be an easy repair.

He asked us where we were going to stay in the meantime and we said we hadn’t decided, but that we had two pets so that would probably narrow things down considerably. At first he suggested staying in Bowling Green because there’s just not much to do in Morgantown (population 2,543), but that was 30 miles away and we preferred to be someplace local. I said that I had called Morgantown Suites, but he shook his head disapprovingly and said we might want to try the Green River Lodge instead. He admitted to not knowing much about it except that some new cabins had recently been built there.

Morgantown is a small town with a lot of hills and we could easily spot the cabins Brandon spoke of as we made our way through town. I parked the car and Dave waited with the pups while I made the inquiry of vacancy and whether or not pets were allowed. An older, gray-haired man wearing a t-shirt that said “Grandpa…Official Referee for Grandkids” shooed away a tiny, barking chihuahua and opened door to the office, which was emblazoned with all kinds of NASCAR memorabilia.

After answering affirmatively to both of my questions re: vacancy and pets, he had me fill out a 4 x 5 registration card with my name, address, drivers license number and make/model of vehicle. Upon completion, I opened my purse to get my credit card since that’s typical hotel registration protocol, but he waved his hand and said, “Oh no, I don’t need that.” He must’ve sensed my confusion because he quickly followed with “You can just pay when you leave.” And with that he handed me the key to cabin number 7 where, he proudly announced that a NASCAR driver, whose name escapes me, stayed the weekend before.

Well, for six days and six nights we stayed in the little cabin that turned out to be simply perfect. It had everything we could have possibly needed, plus a porch that was just right for sitting and watching life go by. Most nights we watched old TV shows like Andy Griffith, Gomer Pyle USMC, MASH and WKRP in Cincinnati. One day we ventured into Bowling Green, but the heavy traffic that seemed to be everywhere made us want to get back to Morgantown where life was more relaxed, even though it was a touch boring.

Even so, it was quite impressive. The city park had a huge public pool, a couple of soccer fields and four baseball and softball fields with enough bleachers to accommodate most of the town. There were a couple of good restaurants with extensive menus and inexpensive prices, and two pizza joints that were quite good. For a little entertainment, there’s a free ferry that travels back and forth across the Green River from sun up to sundown.

Brandon did the body work over the weekend, and called to invite us to come take a look at it before it was to be painted on Monday. We couldn’t believe how quickly the work had been done and how good it looked!

Supposedly everything happens for a reason, and even though we may never find out what that reason is, we’re pleased that everything worked out as well as it did. We probably won’t have anything done at Camping World ever again if we can help it, but if we do I know one thing for sure: there WILL BE a spotter helping the driver who’s backing our RV out of the work bay!