When we left Our Fuzz, he was trying to keep from getting eaten by bears in New Jersey.
The campground did fill up for the weekend, but by Sunday evening it was clearing out again. There was one other camp, just out of sight, down the hill.
But by now His Sweetie was back.
The plan was to pack up and shoot up to Maine the next day.
They had reservations at Recompence Shore Campground, near Freeport. But it was a pretty long ride up there.
In fact it was a really long ride up there.
The Fuzz and His Sweetie planned a route that was a little less direct, but hoped to avoid the worst urban areas.
And of course to see a bit of the New England countryside along the way.
Well, they did miss one turn, and have to "recalibrate" onto some back roads.
(It should be noted here that these two old timers refuse to use those newfangled GPS things)
The result was that although they did see (and enjoy) a good bit of New England, sundown found them still a pretty good way from the destination.
Now this is the sort of thing that drives The Poor Fuzz crazy. But he is learning to deal with it a bit better these days.
After all, we all just need to "take the adventure that comes to us."*
And things did work out pretty well for these two.
It was late when they finally got to the campground, and foggy as hell.
But there was a box outside the office- "Late Arrivals".
Well The Fuzz and Sweetie were certainly "late".
(it was after 23:00)
But in this box was a packet with their name, and all that good stuff. And somehow they found their way to their campsite.
And in the morning...
* C. S. Lewis
The plan was to pack up and shoot up to Maine the next day.
They had reservations at Recompence Shore Campground, near Freeport. But it was a pretty long ride up there.
In fact it was a really long ride up there.
The Fuzz and His Sweetie planned a route that was a little less direct, but hoped to avoid the worst urban areas.
And of course to see a bit of the New England countryside along the way.
Well, they did miss one turn, and have to "recalibrate" onto some back roads.
(It should be noted here that these two old timers refuse to use those newfangled GPS things)
The result was that although they did see (and enjoy) a good bit of New England, sundown found them still a pretty good way from the destination.
Now this is the sort of thing that drives The Poor Fuzz crazy. But he is learning to deal with it a bit better these days.
After all, we all just need to "take the adventure that comes to us."*
And things did work out pretty well for these two.
It was late when they finally got to the campground, and foggy as hell.
But there was a box outside the office- "Late Arrivals".
Well The Fuzz and Sweetie were certainly "late".
(it was after 23:00)
But in this box was a packet with their name, and all that good stuff. And somehow they found their way to their campsite.
And in the morning...
* C. S. Lewis
3 comments:
ha ha ha! freewheeling fun without the GPS -- i get it, but, it does make things like driving around strange places a lot easier and less stressful! :) Glad you made it to the campground safely. When we camping in CA, we did one campsite in the dark/fog, and thought we were basically alone, but when the sun came up, we were in a pretty densely populated campground! FOG and darkness can really mess with your senses.
Yeah, it was rough driving. We couldn't see squat. Like you said, in the fog we seemed to be the only ones around. But in the morning, there we were in a campground full of campers.
it does look like a lovely spot, makes me want to visit up there. a very different kind of coast.
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