Jun 11, 2009
Jul 17, 2009
Where I stayed
Calvin Coolidge St Park
. We passed the test and landed back where gas is much cheaper and you can buy wine without going to a secret code liquor store.
We are now on a mission to make it to Maine having been on the road almost one month. I think I am doing pretty well taking showers where and when I can and sleeping in a tiny bed and never being able to find anything. Really it would be so much nicer if the sun were to shine more often. We have had about one or two days of sun without any rain. When we realized it was going to be a sunny day yesterday we headed for a state campground on the finger lakes in New York (Sampson) and I sprawled out in the sun and listened to the waves of the lake lapping the shore from the jet skis and speed boats. It was quite crowded (still 4th of July leftover campers) with lots of noisy kids but nonetheless I was a happy camper in the sun being able to sit outside. Do you think I was Lucky? I did, until it started pouring rain in the middle of the night after a beautiful sunset and not a cloud in the sky at 10:00 p.m. Nevertheless we got ourselves up and made coffee and I made blueberry pancakes which were very good with maple syrup and we packed up and headed out once again. Just for the record, we have not camped out more than one night anywhere except at the Wheelers and the Johnsons in Minnesota and that's because they fed us. Yes, Nels and I are turning into Yogi and Boo Boo Bear
. Looking for picnic baskets on picnic tables. We were determined to get to Vermont today because the truth is we did not love New York. I did not buy a t-shirt that said I heart NY because I think the people there are quite rude and some of them are downright ugly. No offence Marybeth. Now we are in the most lovely peaceful woods in a totally private campground in Vermont with no noise or kids or boats screaming blooding murder with Christmas Lights attached to their RVs, you get the picture? Just the sound of the fire crackling, the brook gurgling and drops of rain which come and go. We just can’t seem to escape the rain, but on the bright side everything is so green and my skin has not dried into prunes, in fact, my tan leathery skin is turning pale and luscious, or is that just wishful thinking now that I am officially 57 years old? If you are wondering, yes, I am turning into Jack Keroauc. Something about being on the road constantly moving. I am so fortunate to have a laptop and cell phone so I can keep in touch with all of you. Keep the fan mail coming! Randi
July 6th-Calvin Coolige Park,Vermont: Randi here to update you on my perspective on this crazy trip we have embarked upon. I am hoping I can write this at the picnic table before it starts pouring rain (again) First of all, I have to tell you that spending the 4th of July at Niagra Falls was incredible! I walked my feet off in Toronto which is a mix of SF, Seattle and Sydney. Loved it and any foodie would. Then we walked my feet off again after driving to Niagra Falls. Up and down the Canadian side to view the American Falls and the Horseshoe Falls from every angle and every lighting perspective. At night they shot off fireworks above the falls and then lit up all the falls with colors changing every minute. By day you have the rainbows and by night you have the pscyhedilacs. The next day we took the Maid of the Mist boat ride into the falls and you can see me in my raincoat if Nels posts the picture, it is pretty funny. The town was a zoo with soooo many people there, it was a first for me and for Nels. Leaving town was quite crazy as well trying to get back into the US with those very serious customs agents looking into our campervan which is very messy right about now