Days 48, 49 – Weare, New Hampshire

Let me first apologize for failing to offer a posting last night, though I have to observe that it wasn’t my fault at all.  The reality is that my typist/editor, upon whom I rely heavily to put the blog together, was in a very foul mood last night, and was less than cooperative regarding the blog.  When I, rather timidly, asked him if it was time go to work on doing a posting, his reply was at least in part unprintable, but included something to the effect that I should find a dog with smaller paws to help with the typing.  In short, he was less than helpful. 

In his defense, as he is one of my best friends, Don did have a lot to be upset over last night, and I kind of understand his aversion to blogging.  It’s really not something you should do if you feel negatively about the world.  Let me tell you what engendered this ugly mood on his part.  We left the RV Park in Winthrop around eleven, heading down State Highway 202, through rolling hills and picturesque New England villages, not making very fast time, but savoring the beauty of the countryside.  We arrived at our chosen New Hampshire campground, Mile-Away RV Park, around four in the afternoon; the girl at the desk assigned us to a back-in site near the lake, and Geri, in the truck, led the way to it.  Except she didn’t quite do what she intended, going one lane too far, requiring Don to make an extremely difficult turn through some trees and brush in order to return to the needed route.  Once positioned in front of the assigned site, the services of the next-door neighbor, a former truck driver, at the front of the rig and Geri at the rear to guide Don into the site without taking out trees or damaging the coach.  A great deal of backing and filling later, the coach was in place.  But the site was too short to allow room for parking the truck!  As it turned out, that was not the main concern; when Don had completed all the hookups, he went to check the power panel in the coach and found that we weren’t getting any power from the receptacle.  Checking the receptacle, he found that it was hooked up incorrectly, and was incapable of delivering power to the rig.  Geri called the office to report the problem, resulting in our being reassigned to another site.  Don had to disconnect all the utilities, pull in the slides, and get the rig ready to move, which we did, with some more problems in getting turned around properly to enter the new site.  This didn’t sit well with Don, and I can’t say that I was alone in receiving his negative vibrations.  We all went quietly to bed without further discussion of the matter.

This morning, Geri went to the office to let them know that we were pulling out of there; the owner offered to move us to another location that was more to our liking, so Geri and Don investigated the offered sites.  They found that the sites lacked cable TV, and weren’t situated in a way that would allow satellite reception.  We called a nearby RV Park, and found that we could get a pull-through there with all facilities; Geri immediately reserved it, and we got ready to move.  We were underway before noon, though Don and Geri were disconcerted to find that Garmy didn’t have locating information for the new Park.  Geri found the Park on her iPhone, though, so she was selected to lead the way in the truck.  Unfortunately, the smartphone info wasn’t really all that smart, leading us down a rickety road with untrimmed trees swishing against the rig’s roof, until the road finally ended without revealing an RV Park.  Geri’s harsh interrogation of a passing US Postal Deliverywoman divulged the true location of our destination, and we proceeded there without further problem.

Things were comparatively peaceful after that.  We made camp at a nice, wide pull-through site, got set up for living quickly, and took off for a tour of the area.  Don got the truck washed at the little hamlet of Weare, where he took a few pics.  We then headed into Manchester, and found it to be an attractive city with a lovely downtown area.  A little shopping done, a little wandering around, then back to the campground to fix dinner, which was a grilled ham steak and yams.  I always like that meal, ‘cause I get most of the yam skins, which are really good. 

So, things are back to normal, we can count on getting a nightly posting out, and Don has resumed his usual good humor.  We consider ourselves blessed.  See ya tomorrow!