This blog post concludes details of our extended weekend vacation (August 5-8) in South Central Pennsylvania. The first day of our vacation was mainly a driving event. We drove 5 1/2 hours from our home in Warren, PA, to our hotel in Jonestown, PA. On the second day of our vacation (August 6) we took a stroll alongside Union Canal in Lebanon and visited the quaint village of Mt. Gretna, where we saw Leon Redbone in concert. On the third day of our vacation (August 7) we visited Hershey Gardens during the morning. In the afternoon we visited the Indiantown Gap National Cemetery. Later in the day we attended Lickdale Campground’s annual Cruise Night.
While riding the elevator to our hotel room the first day of our weekend vacation, I noticed a bulletin announcing a Cruise Night at Lickdale Campground on Saturday evening. The bulletin read as follows:
Bring your Classic, Custom or Antique Car, Truck or Motorcycle
and spend an evening at the campground
enjoying great music & food and lots of great looking cars!”
Lickdale Campground was located across the street from our hotel. We made plans to attend the Cruise Night. So, one week ago today, we were enjoying the sights and sounds of Lickdale Campground’s 7th annual Cruise Night. This event was free for everyone; however, donations and canned goods were being accepted for Lebanon Food Bank.
Some of the cars at the Lickdale Campground Cruise Night
(please click on image to enlarge)
Bryan Stevenson with “The Hit List” entertained the crowd with music from the 50’s – 60’s. I hadn’t heard of this band before. I enjoyed listening to their music.
The Burn-Out Pit opened at 8:00 PM.
This was the first time I attended a burn-out event. The first “contestant” only squealed her tires on the concrete pavement. I didn’t take her photograph, as her performance wasn’t a burn-out.
The second “contestant” was a man riding a motorcycle.
This man went through all gears, while in the burn-out pit.
We walked back to our hotel shortly after that last burn-out. More “contestants” burned their tires after we left; however, we had seen and heard and smelled (!) enough. The smell of burning tires was in my hair, on my clothes and seemed to have permeated my very body! That’s our hotel across the street. It’s shrouded in a cloud of smoke from the burn-out pit.
This concludes our weekend in South Central Pennsylvania. We returned home on Sunday, August 8th.