Transport from Connecticut to Vermont, one well packed Roadtrek. It makes an adequate moving van, given that the largest item is a recliner.
I started this series with a sunset, so thought I should end with a sunrise. Immediately after taking this photo, I put kayak on water for a dawn paddle. That’s been the great thing about doing the travel challenge – going through and reliving those days. And seeing what others are putting out there, too.
Whether someone suggests this to you or not, consider doing it – ten photos, best memories, no stress, no compulsiveness. (Anyone notice I didn’t post yesterday? I doubt it negatively affected you!)
Three of us planned to meet at a campsite in south central Vermont. Along the way, two of us Quaker Knitting Goddesses were going to converge on the home of another, bringing lunch. The above platter was what happened as I started to lay out salmon, chicken, cucumbers, cheese, onions, hard boiled egg, and some cherry tomatoes on that bed of lettuce. But this is one of those times when careful planning fell apart – when I arrived to meet up with the other camper, and shut off the Roadtrek, it didn’t have enough battery to start again. Twice! Fortunately I have jumper cables. When I got it going the second time I went directly to my mechanic (another hour on the road to get home again) who gave me a loaner battery, thereby saving our camping trip, but it meant we aborted the lunch together. A new battery that’s really the right size for my rig will come in in a few days. Sigh.
There will be more posts about our time in the Green Mountain National Forest, but here’s a photo of our compound.
Wednesday, September 23: The above chipmunk held poses long enough for good photographs! Showing off his form?
I’d spent the night in my Roadtrek, in my friend’s driveway. The morning dawned beautiful, with this view of her lake, and the scarlet runner beans in the garden.
Then we were off to Hubbard Pond, in the Annette State Forest of southern New Hampshire. It’s a quiet and peaceful place; the only habitation is an Audubon Society camp on one end – and there seemed to be no one there.
The alternative was to go out where the wind had started to blow; neither would be easy!
We returned to the launch area, where the Roadtrek waited – such a patient beast!
Several years ago, I visited all the Vermont state parks one season. Molly’s Falls was not yet a state park then, so this was a first for me. Within easy reach of where we were camped at Ricker Pond, we drove up with our boats, meeting my sister and spouse there on a beautiful day.
We paddled a short distance, and pulled out for lunch, and a visit. Loons calling in the distance never made an appearance, though. The setting was beautiful. Smoke haze from the other side of the country covered the sky.
From there, we caravanned to Owls Head, which is a not too long – but quite rugged! – walk to the top with a beautiful view. Some of the stairs were a test of my aging joints! (I forgot to take my camera – these photos were thanks to fellow camper Curt Fields: http://www.appletreestudio.us)
Wednesday, August 12: After kayaking with ORFS on Tuesday, followed by lunch with the group – physically distanced, and outdoors, with box lunches provided by the host, I made a quick stop at home and then headed for Bennington, where I wanted to have my friend try on the sweater I’m making for her. The morning dawned beautiful,
and we visited outdoors, exploring the sunflower forest and other gardens.
In the early afternoon, I left for New York, arriving in time for a beautiful sunset.
Time to do another road trip, the last of the year (probably), heading the Roadtrek south with kayak and camera and knitting and computer, in addition to the things like food, water, bedding, clothing.
Departure was November 12, so that I could go to knitting group in Connecticut, then take Mom to an eye appointment on the 13th. I left immediately after that for Bordentown, NJ, arriving at about 9PM, visiting another Roadtrekker – you can see the campers at the end of this alley. Not that I’m going to try to squeeze my beast through this narrow and not very tall space! You can see how big that oak tree next to the Roadtrek is in the distance – this is it up close.
November 14: We spent the morning doing a walking tour of Bordentown. It’s old, and with wonderful architecture – but there are power and phone lines everywhere, so I took a lot fewer photos of the wonderful buildings and architectural details than I would have if the view had been less cluttered. The old bowling alley is now a wonderful record shop, which features live music weekly, I think.
Pet grooming has a mascot holding flowers. There is also an old Quaker Meetinghouse, now owned by the historical society.
In the afternoon we went driving, and returned to a stunning sunset, which we had to see from a viewpoint across the Delaware River.
Monday, October 7: It was time to head back home. We loaded up the Roadtrek, now with three people, a dog and a kayak – and a lot of stuff! I’d wiped the salt spray off the windows, but not well enough; our first stop was at the Wright Memorial, where the flying brothers made their first flights. We didn’t spend long there – Otis got a walk, and I was able to rinse out my cloth and do a better job of washing the windows! And then it was over the because we could – and because Marilyn likes bridges. And tunnels. And because it’s the most direct route north, from the Outer Banks. We continued up through the center of the Delmarva peninsula and into Delaware. We stopped for the night at Trap Pond State Park, and while Marilyn and Robin (and Otis) went shopping, I put the kayak on the pond. It’s the northernmost stand of bald cypress, about on the same latitude as the cypress park in Maryland, across the Chesapeake Bay. There were LOTS of herons –
a few ducks – and cormorants – and these were some of a flock of at least 75 geese. They were loud!We ended up with a fire; Robin scrounged wood from the surrounding area. Tuesday, October 8: We spent all day on the road, with the only real problem being an accident at Albany, NY. Going in to Vermont, we were welcomed home with a good sunset when we stopped at the welcome center at Bennington.
Thursday, October 3: We loaded up the Roadtrek, getting an intentionally late start heading to North Carolina. Two people, a kayak, and a dog – meet Otis. The objective was the Outer Banks of North Carolina, to pick up Marilyn’s daughter/Otis’s mom, and bring her back to Vermont. After a stop at the local food co-op, we headed west, stopping at Taylor Farmfor local Vermont cheese.
I was driving, so did not get a photo of the cattle wandering toward the road – and us – having escaped their fence! Then it was on to Long Pond State Forest in New York State; I’ve stayed there before. With all the stops, and rush hour traffic past Troy and Albany, we didn’t get in until after 8:00, and dark – but found a campsite with no problem, and we were the only ones around. Dark, quiet, flat. It was a short day – 236 miles.
Friday, October 4: Even if we’d not been in a hurry to get on the road, it was drizzling and not inspiring for paddling. Some day I’ll actually paddle here! I’d hoped to make it all the way to North Carolina – but we quit when we got to northern Virginia. Along the way, though, we did stop at in northern Maryland to walk ourselves, and the dog.
The Iron Master’s House, as it was, and today: Then it was on the road again, and down to the slog that is Interstate travel around Washington, DC. This drive is definitely a test of patience – but Otis had the right idea!Seeing how late it was getting, by the time we were free of the DC area, we bailed, and headed to Tim and Maria’s house on the Potomac River. After 448 miles, I was ready to stop – and it was 8PM, and dark.
Saturday, October 5: In the morning, we could see the waves we’d been hearing all night crashing on the shore. And it was a beautiful day for the rest of the drive:
Tuesday, September 17: Three of us, in two Roadtreks, decided to go kayaking. We ended up on the Coginchaug, which took us to the Mattabesset (which would have taken us to the Connecticut River, had we gone that way); I’ve been here before. It was a glorious day – too windy for the open lake closer to our campground, but perfect for the more sheltered waters of the rivers. There were lots of turtles; the first was so covered in duckweed I almost missed it!
Lots of red-winged blackbirds, eating the grass seed –
This “giraffe” was poking its head out! There’s such a heavy water chestnut infestation there; I couldn’t resist pulling as much as I thought my boat could handle. My lap was full of it, and my freeboard cut in half; it was difficult to extract myself when we returned to the launch. But I was thanked by the locals going past in these racing canoes. That railroad bridge marks the location of the ramp, just to its left. Then it was bag up the water chestnut, get kayaks back to the Roadtreks, and head back to the campground, and another campfire.
We were the ones with nearly identical Roadtreks, too –