Colorado and Kansas roads rock! By the time we got to Indiana and Illinois we were being rattled apart and the camper was bouncing in and out of potholes constantly. The biggest pothole was the "puddle" next to a McDonalds were we had to get a towing service to lift the trailer out. Never trust a puddle! We have been driving on the outskirts of a tropical storm and following it north east. Every river we pass is either swollen or flooding. Campgrounds are muddy but all were peaceful and pretty - yeah state parks. (Kansas, Illinois, Two in Pennsylvania) Maybe peaceful is a bit of a stretch of the imagination at Ohiopyle SP, PA. Our trip to Falling Water was delightful.
Different to see it with the waterfall so full and noisy. Since our goal was Boston, we hardly digressed off our path. As a result I was sad to not explore the boulder field and rail-to-trails cycle path at our state park in eastern PA. Maybe I will get there another time. We did however manage a quick afternoon tea with an old colleague of my dads, who lives near PennState.
Driving between 500 and 600 miles each day was grueling and I am not looking forward to the return trip.
We have arrived in a hot, humid Massachusetts. After driving 2200 miles I decided to optimize on driving distance so we checked into a campground north west of Boston, instead of Wompatuck State Park to the south and east of Boston. This is private and as such the cost is double what one pays at a state park. The joy of this place is that it is close to Concord and Walden pond. I was surprised at how large the pond is, but had a wonderful walk around it. I was tempted to join the swimmers there, but had no swimsuit, and there were a few leery eyed fishermen along the edge whom I did not want to shock. It rained on and off while I was searching for Thoreau's house, but the rain is warm and pleasant. His house is no longer standing, but the foundations are marked. People bring rocks to the site and have made a largish rock pile to one side of his house.
Mom and I have finally finished listening to our audio book - The 100 year old man who climbed out of the window and disappeared. A lovely, lighthearted story. We recommend it.
Since today is Rich and my 25th wedding anniversary, Rich flew in to Boston a day early than planned. We enjoyed a light sushi dinner with mom and a quiet evening at the camper. Here is to the next 25 years!
Different to see it with the waterfall so full and noisy. Since our goal was Boston, we hardly digressed off our path. As a result I was sad to not explore the boulder field and rail-to-trails cycle path at our state park in eastern PA. Maybe I will get there another time. We did however manage a quick afternoon tea with an old colleague of my dads, who lives near PennState.
Driving between 500 and 600 miles each day was grueling and I am not looking forward to the return trip.
We have arrived in a hot, humid Massachusetts. After driving 2200 miles I decided to optimize on driving distance so we checked into a campground north west of Boston, instead of Wompatuck State Park to the south and east of Boston. This is private and as such the cost is double what one pays at a state park. The joy of this place is that it is close to Concord and Walden pond. I was surprised at how large the pond is, but had a wonderful walk around it. I was tempted to join the swimmers there, but had no swimsuit, and there were a few leery eyed fishermen along the edge whom I did not want to shock. It rained on and off while I was searching for Thoreau's house, but the rain is warm and pleasant. His house is no longer standing, but the foundations are marked. People bring rocks to the site and have made a largish rock pile to one side of his house.
Mom and I have finally finished listening to our audio book - The 100 year old man who climbed out of the window and disappeared. A lovely, lighthearted story. We recommend it.
Since today is Rich and my 25th wedding anniversary, Rich flew in to Boston a day early than planned. We enjoyed a light sushi dinner with mom and a quiet evening at the camper. Here is to the next 25 years!
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