Day 17 – Bellingham, Massachusetts

Really nice walk this morning, all around the RV Park, which is really big!  It’s very woodsy, with lots of squirrels who need a good scare, and many different plants and trees to admire and sniff.  Don told me that Geri had said that I was not allowed to go wading this morning, so I stayed away from the river so I wouldn’t be tempted.  This is a really lovely Park, and I hope that we can come back here again sometime, and stay longer.  But today was the final push to our destination near Boston, and we got moving a little after ten, heading east on Highway 84 into New York.  We crossed the Hudson River for a bridge toll of $5.50, which Don said was the cheapest toll we’d ever paid for the Hudson. 

We rolled on through New York, which was very green and pretty, and into Connecticut, which was also very G and P.  We were doing great until Garmy suddenly ordered us to take a right turn onto a highway we had never heard of before; we were in a lane with heavy traffic that prevented us from making the turn, and Don wasn’t much inclined to do it anyway.  So, we pulled into a Rest Area to research a map and see what might be going on in Garmy’s mind.  A quick look showed that she was trying to get us on a route that would avoid going through downtown Hartford, and not any longer than staying on 84.  Her heart was definitely in the right place!  I made use of the Rest Area to get some good rolling in on some beautiful grass.  We made it through Hartford with no problems, not much traffic, and good directions from Garmy.  We soon arrived in Massachusetts, and got onto the Mass Turnpike, a toll road.  Don says it’s the only one in the state, and it’s probably the worst maintained road in the state.  Another bone rattler.  We didn’t have to stay on it too long, as we soon headed south on the 495 toward our RV Park, which we pulled into around three in the afternoon.  We got located in a big, grassy field, in an end spot with a lot of acreage, which I love.  Don got the rig set up for living, and went to unhook the truck, which he found to have a dead battery, due to his failure to turn off the radio.  As Geri and I embarked on an exploratory walk, Don was fishing the jumper cables out of the rig’s basement to get the poor little guy running. 

Just as he was disconnecting the jumpers, a black Toyota 4-Runner showed up and parked in front of the rig.  And who was in it but son Mike!  I hadn’t seen him in years, but I remembered him immediately, and ran to greet him.  I think he was glad to see me, too, and Geri and Don too, of course.   We all had a good time visiting with Mike around the picnic table, until he had to go home and we had to make dinner.  Don fixed some curried chicken chow fun, which we all thought was very good; my plates were very tasty. 

We’re going to have a lot of fun and excitement in the next few days, so we’re going to turn in early tonight so that we can get an early start in the morning!  Or, at least, that’s our plan.  Hope you get a good night’s sleep, too!  See you tomorrow!