What Next?

The Fuzz and His Sweetie made it home from the beach okay.

But there was little time for relaxing.

In a very few days it was off again on another trip.

This time into the Land of the Yankees.

How did this happen?

1st, The Fuzz's Sweetie had a convention in New Jersey.

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2nd, The Fuzz had a Cousin's Reunion in upstate New York*

But New Jersey is a long way from The Fuzz's home here in the Carolina Woods.

Fortunately, there is family in northern Virginia, and they would graciously put The Fuzz and His Sweetie up for the night.

The plan was that since The Fuzz was not attending the convention himself, he would stay at a nearby campground for the duration of His Sweetie's convention.

Then, since the reunion would not be until the following weekend, they would ride up to Maine and camp there for a few days before heading over to Upstate New York.

The Fuzz had gone online and made reservations for campsites in both New Jersey and Maine.

So things were looking good.

They left home Wednesday morning, a bit later than planned and made it up to Springfield VA, a bit late, but intact, and reasonably sane.

Then after a good night's rest, it was back on the road, this time, for New Jersey.

The spent some time on a few scenic back roads, and got lost once.  But they did make it to The Fuzz's Camp before dark.
His Sweetie helped The Fuzz with the tent, and then headed out for her own destination.

This was on Thursday, and she would not be back until Sunday.
So The Fuzz was on his own, literally.  He was the only one in the campground.

Next time we'll have a word about bears and things that go BANG in the night.

*The shameful truth is that, although we don't like to mention it in front of him, The Poor Fuzz was actually born a Yankee!