10/01/2004 – Geneseo
We spent the morning getting things ready for our alumni visitors. The reunion began at when we went to seminar. Dave Marchetti had agreed to give a talk on his dissertation work – at the urging of Dick Young. Amy, who is in charge of seminar, had originally scheduled Amanda Brill Colosimo for a presentation, but she got bumped by Marchetti – he was coming from UT and Amanda is up at MCC – farthest traveled wins. Jessica Barone, also at MCC, had planned to come down for Amanda’s talk, and when she got bumped, they decided to come down anyway. Jessica overlapped with Dave, so it was a reunion for them. Plus, all three of them got to meet the newbies: Scott and Dori.
Dave’s talk was super. He took a very complicated topic and rendered it not only understandable but interesting as well. Of course, the present majors thought it was w-a-y over their heads – after all, it was Dave Marchetti and not Dave Matthews. Whatever, I thought it was very good … AND Dave even got to reference Joe Licciardi’s work – not once, but twice. There was alumni stuff all around.
We followed tradition and went to the Idle for symposium after Dave’s talk. The students had all fled the scene before we finished talking about Dave’s presentation and looking at his maps. Dori had errands to run, but Scott agreed to join us for a beer. The six of us took up residence at a long table in the SE corner of the Idle where we managed to work our way through a pitcher of Perfect Porter with a pitcher of Blue as a chaser. Dave was glad that a chaser didn’t come after him to enforce the “ban for life” Dave had incurred in the Idle many years ago.
conversation was animated. It turns out Scott knows someone Dave knows, so
they had that in common. I talked to the MCC girls about their jobs. This is
Barone’s fourth year, and she kept mentioning things like seniority. Barone
now has seniority AND hands. She had no hands the whole time she was at
Geneseo, then she goes to
Maybe I should explain the no hands thing. Jess always wore oversized sweatshirts and sweaters, the sleeves of which completely covered her hands. I used to kid her about having no hands. After doing her MS at Ball U (gotta love that), she got a job at MCC and viola, she now has hands. Jess is a great person doing very good work – and paving the way for Amanda … not that she needs it ;-) Believe it or not, 4 of the 6 people interviewed for the MCC position Amanda now holds were female Geneseo graduates! But that shouldn’t be surprising, considering 1. the quality of Geneseo grads and 2. the number of female Geneseo grads, even in Geology.
After we finished our pitchers, we headed to Naweedna for some quality time on the porch … and more beer … and Wegman’s pizza. Unfortunately, Scott had to go home to the little woman, so neither he nor Dori have been to Naweedna yet. The five of us sat on the porch chewing over old times until eleven or so when they all decided to head back to Rachacha. Our Friday reunion was over all too soon. But tomorrow … JenO, Erin, AJ, & Karen come to town.
Amanda, and Dave were replaced by JenO (O’Reilly) and her sister, Erin, who
arrived shortly after
. We continued the tradition of sitting on the porch and talking about old
times. However, this time we had ham/salami sandwiches washed down with tea.
JenO and Erin arrived, I was working on a way to remember
five, we got a call from AJ Romanelli. He and Karen were in town for
homecoming. It was Karen’s ten year event and a bunch of her college friends
and their significant others were all ensconced in
AJ, Karen, and her cronies were planning to continue bar- and restaurant-hopping for the rest of the evening. JenO, Erin, Janie, & I opted for dinner at Mill’s Race in Mt Morris. Of course, Kathryn, was our waitress. She remembers me from the time I wore Jason’s (now my) Trojan Magnum Condoms hat. Yeah, I suppose that is kinda unforgettable. I prefer to call her Kathleen, and she doesn’t seem to mind a bit – as long as there is a big tip. She’s pregnant and the kid is due in January. Maybe it will hold off until the 31st, Janie’s birthday.
We had a nice dinner and JenO beat me to the check. I just can’t get used to being “kept” by my former students. Anyway, she had brought two six-pack samplers of PA beer, a whole bunch of music, and now she’s picking up the tab for dinner. Oh well, it was money well spent – we had leftovers for the next two nights, so that makes three dinners on JenO’s dime. We headed home after dinner for a nightcap and early bed time. JenO and Erin were kinda poohed out from their long drive and Janie & I were poohed from an active 2 days of debauching with persons well below our age, so we all turned in at a respectable time for persons of our age.
We arose at an appropriate time for a Sunday and had our morning beverages on the porch. Around eleven, Janie headed for the kitchen to mix up a batch of blueberry pancakes. We had just finished the first serving when AJ and Karen pulled in. They had already eaten, so we finished up our brunch and then commenced to talking ‘bout things … again.
Erin, Janie and Jen look like they are waiting for breakfast or lunch or dinner, but Bog only asked us to say "cheese", not eat it!
AJ really knows how to say "cheese"! Or perhaps Karen's right foot is in a delicate place?
Jen and Erin aren't mirror images, but the O'Reilly family resemblance is evident!
Eventually, the sun dried the dew and we were able to take a walk around the grounds. This was Karen and Erin’s first visit, so it was kind of a tour. AJ picked an almost ripe hazelnut and, later, cracked and ate it. That was the first hazelnut we had ever gotten from our hazelnut trees (shrubs, whatever) – the squirrels always beat us to ‘em. AJ is tall enough to reach the nuts on the tree – we have to wait till they fall, which is usually too late.
After the tour, we took up residence on the sunny, warm deck for an hour or so before JenO decided it was time for her and little sis to start heading for PA. JenO had wanted to get an Aunt Cookie’s, so the two O’Reilly’s, AJ, & Karen packed up headed out to do that very thing. There we stood watching two pair of taillights disappear down the drive. Another alumni gathering has come and gone. What a great bunch of kids … well, they are fledged and fully employed adults now. We are fortunate to have them – and the rest of you – as friends. Thanks ;-)
it was time for us to leave. We got up, finished packing RVan, and headed down
the drive ourselves. We were starting our last trip of the season – heading
stopped for lunch at a pullout on the north
We got up early and were on the road at first light, around seven. Alas, there was no attendant to take our money, so we got off with a freebie – thanks, Gov Pataki, for understaffing the parks. We had a lovely drive through the ‘Dacks. There was very little traffic, the weather was clear & crisp, and the scenery was spectacular. Yay!
navigated our way to the Chimney (or Crown)
made our necessary pilgrimage to Sugarbush Farm to stock up on cheese and
maple syrup: 3 lbs smoked cheddar, 0.5 lb bleu, and a gallon of grade B syrup
– the dark, maple-y kind. All for eighty some bucks. Then it was off to NH
We were a little concerned about getting a campsite, but, not to fear, only four of the forty-some sites in Passaconaway were occupied, and one of them is us. It has been very cold today, so we are expecting a frost tonight. We brought one of our remote temperature gauges and hung it on the passenger-side mirror last night. It was 35 when we got up. I expect it to be closer to 30 in the morning. We may have to run the furnace just to generate enough heat to keep our pipes from freezing. Yeah, and keep us toasty warm to boot ;-)
Okay, if you read the above, you know that I predicted a low of maybe 30. Well, try 24, because that was the reading on our outdoor sensor this morning – ten degrees lower than yesterday morning. We were very lucky none of our plumbing froze. It came very close, even with the furnace running – set on 50. How do I know? I could tell when I turned the water on in the morning. There was a cavitation sort of sound – a harsh gurgling – that I assume was the result of ice starting to form in the line. It happened when I first turned on the sink faucet and it happened when we first tried to flush the toilet. Fortunately, it quickly went away and the water flowed normally thereafter. Bob, we just love the new quiet pump. Hell, with the old pump, we wouldn’t have been able to hear the water at all. Thanks again for the suggestion – it was a well spent $125.
got another early start – on the road by seven. Although we were about on
the latitude of
were just knitting together as many small roads as possible while trying to
Once before, when both the NP campgrounds were full, we were forced to stay in a private thingy. We paid a considerable sum to set up our tent on the edge of an open field surrounded by several hundred of our soon to be worst enemies. Thus, we had a kinda bad taste for the private campgrounds in the area. We spent the rest of the afternoon checking out ALL the possible private campgrounds on the quiet side.
We had only a few criteria to meet: we needed to dump, we needed a shower, and we needed a reasonable price for a quiet parking place. Two of the campgrounds satisfied our needs except for the $30 fee. One was cheap ($16) but didn’t have a dump station that we could use (our dump hose comes out the left front of the vehicle, not the back like regular RVs). Another one looked really good and had all the amenities. However, when we went to the office to see what the price might be, we saw that the entire enterprise was for sale. I suppose we could have bought the whole thing, but that might have been a bit extravagant.
The one we settled on had an easily accessible dump station, nice level sites, and a note that said someone would be around tomorrow at to collect our fee. Hmmm, we don’t plan on being here at , so maybe we’ll get another freebie. Oh, the pay showers are the only negative, but fifty cents buys all the hot water you need, so that wasn’t so bad either. Yeah, I’ll pay fifty cents to camp anytime – especially when we are one of maybe three or four campers.
This morning we saw the now traditional flock of turkey, and this afternoon, Janie saw a bald eagle. We had lunch alongside a tidal estuary and got to see some peeps – those very difficult to identify shore birds that go along the shore and constantly stick their bill in the mud looking for who knows what – and cormorants sitting on every exposed rock in the bay. Yeah, each cormorant-adorned rock had the requisite white cormorant racing stripe. They are not attractive birds.
I’m sitting here in the same campsite as last night drinking a 22 oz Thunder
Hole Ale from Bar Harbor Brewery. Janie is working on a 22 oz Blueberry Ale
from Atlantic Brewery. Both are brewed on the island, and both are award
winners. Mine is a ’97 World Ale Champion. We are celebrating seven hours on
the carriage roads in
did we see? Well, we didn’t see any turkey. We did see a loon, hermit
thrush, junco, wood ducks, several mallards, and an osprey. The osprey was the
replacement for the daily eagle. We also saw a porcupine (live!) and some
lovely fall scenery. We biked over several of the remarkable bridges, but only
took a glancing shot of one. We have other pictures from previous trips. You
can check ‘em out here:
[ME 2003 Text] Link to trip log and pictures from ME2003 trip
Bubbles Pond in Acadia National Park
A common loon looks uncommonly sparkly on Bubbles Pond.
Fall foliage looks breathtakingly beautiful on Eagle Lake Trail. Yeah, that's why I'm having trouble breathing, the scenery!
South end of a porcupine going north on Parkman Mountain trail.
Bog checks the Carriage Road Trail Map - Yep, we're at Duck Brook Bridge heading west on the trail to Witch Hole Pond.
From the mountains, to the prairies, to the oceans white with foam ... No, wait, prairies were a previous trip.
The carriage roads are truly remarkable. They are extremely well maintained and the surrounding countryside looks as though a landscape architect had designed every square inch of it. Of course, it is the other way around. Landscape architects learn to mimic the natural beauty of natural places like this. It is remarkable that the place is so clean and neat given the heavy use it gets. Later, we learned that Rockefeller did indeed employ a landscape architect. Although she (imagine a female designer c. 1927!) did not design every square inch of the carriage roads, she did landscape around the bridges.
is my favorite biking spot of all. The terrain is varied; the views are
spectacular; and the trails are perfect. The only problem is: people. We were
on the trail by eight, well before most others. However, by
, there were several bikers and hikers sharing our wonderful scenery. There
were not nearly as many as during the height of the season, but still more
than we would have liked. Alas, we cannot have
Again, we rose early and got out of the campground before the money collectors showed up. Today, we drove over to a little-used road that we had discovered last year. It has access to the carriage roads and exactly ten parking spaces. We were anxious to get there early. Although we arrived by , we did not have the place to ourselves: there was one other car parked there already. We drank our morning beverages leisurely and prepared for another day on the carriage roads.
Today was almost a carbon copy (there’s an out-of-date term) of yesterday: 7:30 hours, 24 miles, 3:40 bike time, 6.5 mph average speed. The weather was equally spectacular. Last night I looked at the trip log from last year and discovered that we had similar weather then; but it was nearly a month earlier. This has been a remarkable fall for sure. We hope the great weather continues for at least the remainder of our trip.
I noticed something today that I don’t recall seeing before. The moon is 24 days old, so it is only visible long after sunset and for a few hours after sunrise. Or so I thought. We could see the moon well into the early afternoon. I don’t recall being able to see the moon during bright sunlight, but we sure could today. Maybe one of you Earth Science teachers can explain it to me.
Speaking of last year’s trip log, we are pretty much duplicating that trip, so I am writing and documenting this year’s trip less. Please refer to last year’s trip log for additional detail and picture [ME 2003 Text]. Here are some pictures I took today, however.
Janie surveys the splendors of Acadia from a rocky knob on the side of Parkman Mountain. This view is to the northwest ...
View of Somesville from Parkman Mountain.
A male wood duck in his colorful feathery finery surveys the lily pads on Witch Hole Pond.
As luck would have it, we pulled into the “free” campground just as the attendant was leaving the office. We, being the honest, noble, and not so bold people that we are, ‘fessed up to staying three nights – in a tent site. Well, that will be $20 a night, which comes to $60 and $4.60 for the Governor. Sure, we could have just driven on by. The guy left after taking our money. Or we could have told him we were staying just one night. That’s not the way we do things. Just to show how little he knows about what’s going on, in this campground, he assigned us to a “choice” spot down on the "watah" (Downeast accent). We drove down – after he left – and discovered that it was already occupied. He didn’t even know. So we are back, for the third night, in old #42, which is level and easy to get in and out of. It’s Friday of the Columbus Day weekend, and there are twice as many campers tonight. That would make it all of six.
rose early and tried to get to the Seawall picnic area before sunrise. It
never pays to race the sun – the sun always wins. We pulled in, got out the
camera, and snapped a quick shot of the already risen sun as it cuts through
the morning haze over the
Sunrise at Seawall Picnic Area, Acadia National Park, Maine
is another part of Acadia NP on the
I am decidedly an inland person (not much oceanfront in Ohio
or western NY), walking along the beach is always a pleasant diversion for me.
The rocky coast of
Whenever I get close to a coast, I seem to develop a taste for seafood. We were walking over barnacles, mussels, and snails, and we could see the remains of clams, crabs and sea urchins that had been consumed by the birds. I started wanting some of that kind of thing myself. We decided to head up US-1 toward Cobscook Bay SP, which is off in the far eastern part of ME. US-1 is not exactly the back road we would have preferred to take, but it is the only through road, so we were forced to take it. Janie remembered a Road Food restaurant, Helen’s, along the way. We’d been telling other people about Helen’s for years, but never made it there ourselves, so we decided to stop in for a late afternoon snack. Good idea for Janie; big mistake for me.
Well, stopping at Helen’s wasn’t necessarily a big mistake for me. Getting a plateful of fried clams was. No matter how much I want to eat seafood, my system just can’t seem to tolerate it. I knew that, so I ordered a small portion of clams. Good lord, a small portion turned out to be a dinner plate heaped high with stringy, crispy clams. I wonder how big a regular serving is. The first two or three clams were good. The fourth and fifth started to make my lips quiver, and the sixth and seventh made me say, “Nada Mas”. I shoved the rest of the plate over to Janie’s side and worked on the fries and coleslaw. I must have some allergic reaction to seafood. Odd, I can tolerate canned tuna and salmon – I even like it – but I can’t eat the fresh stuff. I can’t remember the last time I tried to eat seafood, but you can be sure it will be a longer time before I try again.
So getting the clams was a big DON’T. So were the first two campsites I picked at Cobscook. The first one turned out not to be a campsite at all but rather a parking area for clamming – one peck per person limit. I certainly didn’t want to clam, but the parking area looked like a really nice place to camp. It even had a fire ring. The only thing missing was a campsite number.
The second site I picked turned out to be a walk-in campsite for tenters. Hmmm, that must be why I had so much trouble backing RVan into the rather tight entrance. The two sites on either side are regular campsites, but they didn’t have as good a view. We ended up with a site on top of a little hill where we had a great view of the stars. I spent the rest of the night trying to keep my clams down. After a bit, my queasy stomach gave way to mild abdominal cramps, which later turned into gas. Ah, relief – finally, at least for me. Sorry, Janie ;-)
was Sunday morning in every respect. I was over my gastric distress and was
working on a profound hunger – not for seafood. We had slept long and hard
and neither of us was up for doing much. Although it was fairly warm (55/62
out/in), the sky was overcast and the air was amazingly calm. Although not low
to the ground, the clouds were like a thick soft blanket that muffled the air,
sound, water, & feeling. Everything oozed peace and quiet. We lolled
around having our morning beverages and reading until around nine when Janie
stirred up a batch of French toast – with good ol’ grade B dark maple
our tour, we discovered that the campers we saw leaving while we were lolling
had vacated some choice sites overlooking the bay. We moved RVan to the best
of their leavings and headed to the office to register. On the way, we biked
through the other camping loops. Holy crap, there are 125 sites and fewer than
ten are occupied – on a long holiday weekend. We sure did the right thing
We ended up at the other end of the park, on the south side of the bay. There is a picnic area there with pavilions right on the crags overhanging the shore. We stopped at some of the most remote ones and spent a couple hours sitting on the rocks and scanning the water and shore for wildlife. There was no wind and the water was perfectly smooth – the only disturbances were the birds, fish, and seals. That made finding the wildlife a lot easier. We saw lots of loons, cormorants, gulls, terns, and a few seals – including a life bird: surf scoter. All of the animals were in a quiet Sunday mode also. We normally don’t spend much time looking at cormorants or gulls, but these were so relaxed and quiet, it was entertaining to watch them.
The rocky coast of Cobscook Bay blends nicely with the fall foliage of New England and the greenery of sea stuff at low tide.
The rocky coast of Maine near and far, although this boulder was probably brought by the glaciers from even farther.
Janie casts a sidelong glance at the photographer - "are you through, yet"? She should have been focused on the scenery.
We eventually got to the registration building, registered, and deposited a postcard in the handy mail box. Hey, it’s time for lunch, so we headed back to our new campsite. The combination of the weather, lack of people, beautiful scenery, and abundance of wildlife made the campsite very appealing. While Janie whipped up some toasted salami-and-cheese-wiches, I set up our folding chairs right on the edge of the rock ledge overlooking the bay. We had a great view of the same things we had been watching from the other side … AND … two other novelties: a great blue heron and a bald eagle.
I had noticed the GBH while exploring around the edge of the campsite. It seemed totally odd to have a GBH in ME on October 10, but there s/he was, standing tall and proud with both feet firmly planted in a tidal mudflat. Hey, maybe that’s why s/he is still here. Whatever, I called for Janie to come see. Just as she was coming out of RVan, I heard a bunch of crows raising a ruckus. That usually means they are mobbing a bird of prey, so I looked over their way. Sure enough, they were chasing a bald eagle and the whole group was headed our way. The eagle swooped to the left and landed in the top of a smallish pine on a little island across the bay. Ah ha, this campsite is eagle approved.
Bald Eagle Alert - Janie's ready with binoculars and spotting scope, but distracted by the computer in her lap. Ah, roughing it!
The whole Cobscook experience reminded me of AK. Of course we don’t have the spectacular backdrop of mountains laced with glaciers, but the quiet bays, rocky shores, and piney woods are very reminiscent of the places B’n’C took us in AK. Today, the quiet water made Rorschach reflections of the rocky shore, similar to Hidey Hole on PWS. Hey, Janie even has a print of our Hidey Hole picture on the cover of her log book. Okay, so Cobscook isn’t as nice as Hidey Hole, but if you can’t be with the one you love, love the one you’re with, eh?
from the minor inconvenience of the seafood reaction, the last two days have
been every bit as good as the two in
Well, today was everything yesterday was not. We woke to a busy breeze and ponderous clouds, which persisted the entire day. The wind made the water choppy and kept all but the hungriest birds hidden in protected areas. We later learned that a small tropical depression was providing the clouds and wind. Later, it was supposed to provide a steady downpour – I’ll let you know tomorrow.
decided to take our time getting back to
We had breakfast on the Eastport causeway where we watched boats dredging for scallops. At least that’s what the information sign said they were doing. There were several boats just dredging away along the same channel. The channel was very close to Eastport, and I’d think it would be pretty much played out, but they were working at it with great diligence, so there must be some profit in it.
then took ME-9 away from the coast and back toward
Last year we discovered a nice little road that parallels US-1 for about twenty miles, so we took off on that. It was a bit like ME-9: beautiful but busy. It winds its way between a series of lakes, one of which we stopped at last year for lunch. We did the same thing this year. The pullout is a little spur road that leads to a boat launch. There is a parking area beside the boat launch. I decided to be “pushy” and park in the parking area right next to the boat launch road. That provided us a nice view of the lake but didn’t block the boat launch completely. Well, I hadn’t even turned off the engine before a carload of leaf-peepers pulled up and parked next to me – completely blocking the boat launch. It was four blue-haired old ladies with disposable cameras. They milled around looking for just the right picture, took it (their flashes went off – for what purpose I don’t know), and then got back in the car and drove off. I had a smoked cheddar-mayo-horseradish-onion-wich and Janie just had cheese, mustard and bread. We spent about an hour looking at the water and trees. Two other cars of leaf-peepers came and went. A car pulled in right after them, parked right in the boat launch and a young girl with two large dogs got out. The car license plate was PAWS II, but there were Paws VIII on these pups (and two leashes). They pulled her around the lake for a walk; then they sat on the shore for awhile and barked at us. Well, the dogs did; if she was barking, too, we couldn’t hear her.
got back to
Right now it isn’t looking too promising for tomorrow. The lady at the reservation desk said it was supposed to start raining around and continue through tomorrow morning. We will just have to see what happens.
as predicted, it rained off and on most of the night and the morning dawned
misty with steely-gray clouds and blustery wind – even more so than
yesterday. Hmmm, to bike or not to bike, that is the question of the morning.
We decided to go over to the parking area at the
biked around the east side of
There wasn’t much wildlife out on this particular day. We did see several thrushes, probably hermit, and lots of juncos. The juncos looked perfectly at home in this weather. They must be on their way south after spending the summer in northern Canada.
this trip, we have biked something like 75 miles in Acadia. There are only 45 miles of bikable trails, so we obviously did some of them
a couple times – make that three or four times. Nonetheless, it was very
enjoyable and well worth the effort to get here. All of the biking and two
days of exploring
We now know what it takes to keep other people off the trails: bad weather. We only saw ten people the whole time we were out – only two of them on bikes, the rest afoot and all near enough to parking areas that we suspect they weren’t going far or staying out long. It really wasn’t that bad; I’d guess the air temp was in the mid to low fifties and the wind chill ten or so below that. We were wearing four layers: long sleeve polypro, over-shirt, fleece, and rain/wind jacket. It wasn’t bad at all. Next March, this will feel like a balmy day.
we got back to RVan, we decided to take a final lap around the island. We
found an ocean overlook and made a couple cups of hot chocolate to wash down
some chocolate-chip cookies. Yeah, we are on a chocolate high. Then we drove
on around to Seawall to look at sea ducks and seals. After that, we returned
Southwest Harbor and the Margaret Todd, which is more impressive when her blood red sails are unfurled, but it was too windy for sailing. (Maybe that should say when the sails are "furled". Remember, we're landlubbers and don't speak boat).
we will shower and dump RVan and head out of
We will be stopping at LL Bean tomorrow and then Vermont Country Store the next day. Someone has to keep the economy going, you know. We can’t count on you work-a-day people having enough time to spend money, so we’ll have to do it for you ;-)
Whoa! If you don’t like the weather, just wait a day. The day dawned cloudy but cleared quickly to reveal one of those glorious blue Canadian skies. What a day to spend driving and shopping … that’s what we did, folks. I’m not complaining at all. Yesterday was just fine. The blustery weather kept the other tourists at bay, so we had the place pretty much to ourselves. We hope THEY are all outside today and NOT shopping. Fat chance.
We dumped RVan, showered, and left the island around eight. We were forced to take US-1 because of bridge issues, but once across the bridge, Janie pieced together a string of back roads that were just what the doctor ordered. Trust me, I’m a doctor; the very doctor what ordered back roads in fact!
found ourselves in
We then went to the main store and rummaged around for an hour or so. How can they have so much stuff and so little you would actually want? The only thing we bought was a pair of black light-weight cargo pants for me ($39). It is hard to find dark colors for this style of pant, so I was induced to pay the full price. Plus, this was the only pair in my size, so I guess I fell prey to “purchaser’s fear”. We would have bought some shoes, but the shoe department was the busiest spot in the store and we couldn’t get anyone to wait on us, so we quit waiting on them.
got back to RVan around three. Janie whipped up a couple cheese & tomato
sandwiches for our l-a-t-e lunch and we were off to a nearby state park to set
up housekeeping for the night. Bradbury Mountain SP is only about ten miles
The ground around the campsite is alive with juncos. There must be fifty hopping around on the ground just beyond our campsite. Oh, now they have entered the campground itself. I can see twenty or so working the leaves at the campsite across the way. They are really working things over. Any bugs trying to hide in the leaf litter better watch out!
were awakened by the beep, beep, beep, clang, crash, roaring engine of a
garbage truck emptying the park dumpster – at
for chrissake. Fortunately, we were able to get back to sleep. Unfortunately,
neither of us was able to get back into a good sleep cycle, so we got up
before first light and prepared for early take off. We were on the road just
as the sun was turning the eastern sky into flaming crimson. There were a few
scattered, high clouds that took their turn glowing first brilliant red then
bright pink and finally light rose. Pretty neat. And the ranger never came to
collect, either, so our last night of camping in
stopped at the Loon
reached our objective, the Vermont Country Store in Weston, around . After a couple orbits of the store, and tasting all the free samples, we
started loading up on things we had come for, like cream drops,
It had started to sprinkle by the time we left with our loot; the first rain we’d driven in. The mountainsides were still spectacularly colored with rust and gold leaves and we finally got on some roads without much traffic.
we are parked on the
While we were waiting for the ranger to show up last night, I developed a little theory for ensuring the campground is quiet. Most rangers are so polite that they will not disturb you if it looks like you’ve gone to bed. Certainly, they won’t come banging on your door if all the lights are out. So if they post a notice that the fees will be collected by a ranger, all the campers hurry to get their lights out before the ranger comes around. It certainly worked that way last night. The campground was completely dark by a little after eight.
I got up around – I had to pee. At that point, I decided to just stay up – what the heck; I can read for a bit. Anyway, we had been in bed since nine, so I guess it was just time, eh? It was an overcast day, so the sun was slow to rise and when it did, there wasn’t any color like yesterday. We had a bit of difficulty getting out of the campground. Somehow we managed to go down every wrong road there was. Hey, it was dark. Nonetheless, we managed to find the exit about , and we were headed down the road.
Oh, the ranger never showed, so that’s two consecutive nights FREE!!!! Wow! We saved a total of $29 plus applicable taxes. Maybe we should have bought more at the stores ;-)
Janie found some really nice roads along the southern part of the ‘Daks, so we just motored along enjoying the just-past-peak scenery. The roads eventually emptied us out in Herkimer, where, horror of horrors, we got on I-90. A couple hours of that found us just north of Canandaigua. We exited, gave the nice tollbooth man a couple bucks and a whole bunch of nickels – here, this is so you don’t blow away. We stopped at Wendy’s in Canandaigua for our lunch and we were parked in our garage by . Holy cow, that was a fast return – for us ;-)
Another trip is in the books – the last for this RVan traveling year.