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Let’s Move, No, Let’s Camp

Spot 4:

Concept of the operation: Move southward in Maine along the coast, continue exploration, 2 nights.

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We broke camp after just 2 nights in Acadia NP and didn’t choose a destination until we were on the road. We settled on Freeport-ish. Finding a coastal campground proved a little challenging, but we ended up finding something in the neighborhood of coastal just north of Freeport at Winslow Park.

En route we stumbled upon a scenic opportunity - the spire of a bridge some 300-400 feet up in the air at a small state park. Also in the state park, a Revolutionary to Civil War era coastal fortification that we explored briefly. All a happy surprise to drive by and stop at - and perfectly timed, as we were looking for a good picnic spot to enjoy our lunch.

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We then hurried down to Winslow Park to set camp and rush off to meet some friends for dinner. A city campground, the park was nice but decidedly less ‘finished’ than the places we had recently stopped at. But, we had power, so-so showers (cleaned every day) and a wooded site. It was clear the campground didn’t drain very well and there were some soft spots to navigate. We hoped for no heavy rain. We probably would have had a much different opinion if we had lucked into one of the truly waterside camp spots.

Off to dinner - and en route to dinner we drove right by Maine Beer Co. I’ve hunted for their beers for years, with middling success, and had no clue that we would be in their neighborhood. Seafood dinner with friends, then a beer stop at Maine Beer Co, all in lovely weather? I was happy.

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The next day the weather was less in our favor. Misty/rainy-ish all day, with a healthy amount of fog. We made the most of it anyway. First we found a roadside hole in the wall seafood shack for some legit lobster rolls, then rattled down the road to Portland and explored some of the seaside lighthouse areas, to include Portland Head Light and the retired fort once associated with the location. Back to Freeport we went and indulged in the requisite stop at the outdoor retail highlight known as the LL Bean flagship store(s). As is a theme on this trip, we had no idea what we were getting into there. It was a little overwhelming. Dinner back at the campsite and we were already bedding down for our last night in Maine. One of the only reservations we set up during the trip was for our Boston stop, knowing that we could get frozen out of that location. So, we had a hard date to leave Maine and point the rig towards Boston.

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Spot 5:

Concept of the operation: set base camp for 3 nights at the Hanscom Air Force Base FamCamp just outside Boston and use that as a launch platform to explore the area. This stop was less “camping” and more “sleeping at a campsite while on a trip.”

FamCamp at Hanscom AFB seemed nice upon arrival. We had a wooded secluded lots away from the RV parking lot scenario that most of the location boasted. We also had full hook up and were in business when it came to ensuring the camper was well supplied with juice and water. The FamCamp also had pretty decent showers and bathrooms, plus some other amenities that seemed to be a bonus.

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Beginning with this stop, my spouse had to resume tele-working for her company in Alaska. So, we set up a lazy camp and just vegged out while listening to the aircraft take off and land right next door on the runway. Later in the day, my spouse was free from the shackles of work obligations (she actually worked most of the way in the car that day) and we headed off to link up with a friend (a Boston resident) and explore Lexington. After touring some historic sites on foot, we found a quaint yet delicious Indian restaurant and stuffed ourselves silly.

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On day 2 the weather was clear and beautiful, if warm. My spouse was working all day, so we left her at the campsite and went to see what Concord had to offer. Despite the reluctance of the teenagers, we had a nice time exploring the small downtown area and then wandering the historic battlefield sites. Upon returning to camp, we re-grouped and re-formed. My spouse and my daughter stayed at the campsite while the boys and I hopped on a public transit train and headed downtown to see a game at Fenway Park. That was an experience unto itself (some positive, some less so), but was largely eclipsed by the fiasco that happened back at the campground.

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While we were dry at Fenway, a thunderstorm rolled in and thoroughly flooded out our campsite. I fielded anxious text messages and nervous photos from my spouse trying to figure out what to do to handle the flood. Eventually it got so bad they just left the campsite and went to a drive through for a bad meal….all while the boys sat at the baseball game. Eventually the rain got to us at the park and initiated a 90 minute rain delay, but the real damage was back at camp - and unknown until we got back there to assess it. After the game concluded, public transit got us most of the way back to camp and my spouse picked us up.

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Thankfully the flood had mostly receded and we were left with the after effects of it - muddy, silty crap all over some of our things that had been on the ground. My spouse, however, was quite the champ of camp and had secured everything that could get badly wet and kept things dry as possible. Very, very tired, we gratefully laid down on dry beds/sleeping pads and snoozed away.

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Day 3 in Boston featured a late start (again, spouse’s work obligations) and then a trip down into the city for the historic walking tour. On a tip from a friend, we parked for free on the north end at the Coast Guard Station (active duty military benefit) and walked down to Boston Common, collecting a meal along the way, and then northward along the Freedom Trail. We skipped the part of the trail that heads over the bridge to see the USS Constitution for lack of time, as we were tired and had a planned engagement with other friends at a local brewery. Many beers later, Boston had come to a close for us. It wasn’t until late that night in the camper just before bed that we rock-paper-scissored our next destination.

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Spot 4:


Off to dinner - and en route to dinner we drove right by Maine Beer Co. I’ve hunted for their beers for years, with middling success, and had no clue that we would be in their neighborhood. Seafood dinner with friends, then a beer stop at Maine Beer Co, all in lovely weather? I was happy.

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Looks like a nice hazy IPA...... mmmm ahhhh!
 
When teleworking --- are you internet dependent, or just telephone?

For my needs right now, I've gotten things working nicely --- but when I decide to take a weeks-long trip, I'll probably be in trouble again...
 
When teleworking --- are you internet dependent, or just telephone?

For my needs right now, I've gotten things working nicely --- but when I decide to take a weeks-long trip, I'll probably be in trouble again...

she is internet dependent when teleworking. She was fully away from work the first 2/3rds of this trip, which was good because we had nearly no service for large chunks of time. When we were en route to Boston we had reliable signal, and same for in Boston. At our West Point stop we had zero signal and would have been hosed if she had to work - but it was the weekend.
 
she is internet dependent when teleworking. She was fully away from work the first 2/3rds of this trip, which was good because we had nearly no service for large chunks of time. When we were en route to Boston we had reliable signal, and same for in Boston. At our West Point stop we had zero signal and would have been hosed if she had to work - but it was the weekend.

I'm finding that voice is rarely the problem --- its data. And fast enough data.

Spring of last year this was of critical concern to me since I had to work remotely and in campgrounds, fortunately, it was 1 campground and I knew where the "Good spots" were. Its amazing how a few hundred yards will make a big difference.

I'm still intrigued by the idea of doing some work/travel. There are many places I want to see --- but it just takes too long to get there and as a working guy, I can't take the time off to travel there, and "do it right" --- Then there's the question of data while I'm there...I suppose that is where starlink starts to be an option.
 
Spot 6: *final entry*

Concept of the operation: Camp at a spot reasonably in-between-ish Boston and our new home in Upstate NY for the last 3 nights of our trip. Rock/paper/scissors at 10PM the night before sets our sights on West Point.

After a thankfully dry remainder of our Boston time, we lazily broke camp down and made an out of the way road trip to the West Point area. The “out of the way” component saw us enter a state we didn’t need to (Rhode Island) for a quick drive-through. Coupled with another out of the way stop in New Haven CT to have pizza at a place the teenager was gaga to try, now my list of states that I’ve been to only excludes Delaware and North Dakota. ND is a pesky one.

We rolled into camp at the Round Pond Campground at WP just in time to beat feet back to Monroe, NY for supplies (like dinner). The patience for the camping was wearing thin on some folks at this point. Our campground was nice and tidy, and one of only 4 “pop-up trailer” spots adjacent to the tent area. Unfortunately, we didn’t have power. Our troublesome battery may have completely died during our three days at WP.

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For our first full day, we got up and hung around for a bit before heading into town to take a tour of WP. I’ve been there before, but the family has not. My father is a graduate, which was part of the allure of everyone getting to know the place. If you haven’t been, it’s a pretty great spot. Highlights included the Cadet Chapel, which boasts the largest organ in a religious structure in the world, and Trophy Point.

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Later in the day we linked up with another friend who happens to be stationed there, and he gave us the scoop that the 4th of July fireworks would be happening…later that night! Excited, we headed back to camp to re-set and collect the things we would need for an evening on the riverside. The show included the first public arrival of the class of 2027 cadets who had only begun their WP journey six days prior, a performance by the WP band, and then a pretty spectacular fireworks show right over Trophy Point. We passed the time with friends, picnic dinner, and throwing the frisbee on the ample grassy space adjacent the parade field.

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For our final exploration day of the trip, we again rock-paper-scissored our destination and decided to head down to Manhattan to try our hand at the big city. Lots of limitations - including driving our own vehicle and having the dogs with us - made this a little adventurous. We successfully drove into the city in just over an hour, and then quickly decided there probably wouldn’t be anywhere to park the vehicle. Content to just drive around and see some sights, we stumbled on a parking spot a quarter mile shy of Katz’s Deli. Out the walking shoes came and we feasted on pastrami on rye before taking a 2.5 mile loop walk through Soho, Greenwich Village, and Washington Square Park. Some more driving to see more sights and after awhile we were tapped out on traffic. Thankfully, when we decided to bail away from 42nd St and Times Square, we were out of the traffic in about 2 blocks and had a smooth sail back to the campsite an hour up the road. All in all, a very successful Manhattan trip, considering it was unplanned and had limitations like (driving) and (dogs). Very few pictures from Manhattan because I (the primary photo-taker) was on puppy duty keeping our very energetic Australian Cattle Dog under control amidst the chaos and people and noise of the city.

One more campsite sleep at West Point and the following morning we pointed the rig towards our new home. 4.5 hours later we were checked into a hotel and tallying up the totals of our quest.


* 16 nights camping

* 7 “friends and family” seen along the way (all completely unplanned)

* 6 camping spots

* 5 “new” states for me

* 2 lobster rolls

* 1 very, very dead camper battery

1679 miles on on Muiriel the 560 for this trip, 2797 if you count the “moving” miles from central Missouri to upstate NY.
 
what a wonderful trip. This is one of the best travelogs I've seen; very well done!

West point trip really struck me -- especially the chapel organ.

I wouldn't call myself an organist, but I studied it for a couple of years WAYYYY back in the 1980s. I have to say woof. My brother who is a drummer thinks he's hot stuff because 2 arms 2 legs...all doing different things.

Organists use 2 arms with 5 fingers each and two feet all doing different things all the while managing stops, couplers and expression pedals. Not sayin', just sayin'.

I now have 2 organs that I want to hear/see/experience:
  1. Wanamaker Organ is located inside the Philadelphia Macy's and spans 8 floors I think it is? With the health of department stores, I think I need to make this one quick --- which is just a little larger than the West Point organ by some 5000 pipes. I have a friend who knows the organist there well.
  2. *NEW* West Point - :D
Not listed are numerous small museums of street organs, calliopes, and merry grounds/carousels...
 
Great story and pics again Bird.
As an aside, as a native ND squarehead, ya sure you betcha...
You aren't missing much...we used to jokeyou can see half the state by standing on a beercan, and for fun us teenagers went out on the interstate to see how far you can go without turning the wheel...
John Steinbeck wrote in "Travels with Charley" that Fargo is the only place that is 110 in summer and 40 below in winter...
Now its known for woodchippers, mostly.
 
Great story and pics again Bird.
As an aside, as a native ND squarehead, ya sure you betcha...
You aren't missing much...we used to jokeyou can see half the state by standing on a beercan, and for fun us teenagers went out on the interstate to see how far you can go without turning the wheel...
John Steinbeck wrote in "Travels with Charley" that Fargo is the only place that is 110 in summer and 40 below in winter...
Now its known for woodchippers, mostly.
My daughter and husband were starting out in the ministry and had their first calling in Grenora,, South Dakota. The winters were a rude awaking for them!
 
Always visit in the season opposite of which yo fell in love with a place seems like excellent advise.

Florida in March is completely different than Florida in July...beautifully comfortable vs living on the surface of the sun.
 
Always visit in the season opposite of which yo fell in love with a place seems like excellent advise.

Florida in March is completely different than Florida in July...beautifully comfortable vs living on the surface of the sun.
Hell, it’s hot most of the year. Headed to a 72 degree spring tomorrow!
 
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