Sorry for the long silence
Trip Start Jun 01, 2005
12Trip End Ongoing
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I had a nice, although short, visit in Pennsylvania with my brother, niece and grand-nephew. Mike took me and the dogs to the Susquehanna river and they really enjoyed swimming in the water. Buck even went swimming. Jetta didn't want to get out and Casey only decided to get wet when a game of fetch was involved.
Continued on through to New York State and stayed at the Adirondak Adventure Resort in Glen Falls, New York. I arrived at the gate of the place at the exact moment that a torrential thunderstorm let loose (excellent timing). I couldn't see the sites let alone the numbers to choose a site so the dogs and I just hunkered down in the truck cab until it passed
The surrounding small towns were quaint and even had an old CS church. It was established in 1906 and was the first time I had gone to church throughout my journey. It was cool; I was a foreigner so I got a lot of attention (always fun for Cindy to be center stage).
There was going to be a big fireworks thingy on a lake at the next town over so we battled massive traffic on small town roads all the way there. When we got there (we meaning the dogs and me) we sat in the parking lot, looked at the lake and the massive amounts of people and cars and decided to head back to the campground.
We stopped at the now deserted town parks, played frisbee, enjoyed the quiet and photographed war memorials. Got a perfect shot of one that epitomized the fourth for me. I'll try to upload it; if not I'll show it to you later.
Remember how the cornfield campground i Illinois kept reminding me of "Field of Dreams"; well this campground in New York kept reminding me of the vacation spot that Baby and her family went to each summer in "Dirty Dancing". Families all gathering together each year to stay for a week or so while engaging in games and planned activities daily.
The other interesting thing at this campground was the massive amount of twenty-something tenters arriving to spend the night after attending a Dave Matthews Concert. When I awoke the next morning and found empty beer bottles scattered all around my trailer I just had to keep repeating to myself, "I was twenty, rowdy and drunk at one point, too." Still, I think I at least picked up all my emptys: well, after I threw up a couple of times first.
The week came and went and I was finally heading toward my destination: Maine.
I couldn't get the campsite I wanted in Lebanon, Maine (Natural High Resort; liked the name and the feeling) but did find one in the forests of Hanover, Maine. It was still too far from the coast so I worked a couple of days trying to find one on the water. The campground in Hanover was okay and even had a putt-putt place right next to my trailer. The problem was that I knew this wasn't my final destination.
My final destination and the whole reason for my journey was about to be realized when I moved across to the coast of Maine and arrived at Rockport and the Camden Hills RV resort.
It was such an amazing time that although I had only planned to stay for a week, I wound up staying for 3 weeks and I am still here. But that is a whole different story full of ups, downs, highs, lows, healing, questioning, spiritual deepening and computers being fried(which is why I haven't talked to you in a month. I'll tell you about the magic in the next installment; stay tuned.