The Dogs Run Free. The Lobster Get Murdered. Where’s The Justice?

The Space Shuttle, docked in Gary & Jane's yard.

The Space Shuttle, docked in Gary & Jane’s yard.

Day 55    August 3

Maine hospitality is really something, at least, Gary & Jane’s hospitality was! They made us and the dogs feel completely at home, and did their best to make sure we had a fun time! And we did have a fun time. We seemed to all share the same twisted sense of humor, and that made for lots and lots of laughs!

After breakfast, all six of us headed over to nearby Fort Foster. Gary and Mark rode their bikes over there, while Jane and I, and Trixie and Dax, drove over. The tide was low, and we all rode, walked, and ran all over the beach. It was a fabulous morning! Trixie and Dax were ecstatic to have total freedom to be dogs (lots of running and digging).

Entrance to Fort Foster

Entrance to Fort Foster

Fort Foster

Low tide. Fort Foster

Gary & Mark on their bikes, escorted by Jane

Gary & Mark on their bikes, escorted by Jane

Dax, on the loose at Fort Foster

Dax, on the loose on the beach at Fort Foster

Beautiful beach @ Fort Foster

Beautiful beach @ Fort Foster

Mark, Jane, and the pups.

Mark, Jane, and the pups.

Our afternoon was filled with lobster shopping, lobster killing, and lobster feasting. In all fairness, our new friends didn’t partake of the lobster….Mark and I were the only lobster murderers, and we were very happy lobster murderers. Delicious!

Shopping for lunch.

Shopping for lunch.

Gumby & Pokey....risk-takers. Checking out our soon-to-be lunch.

Gumby & Pokey….risk-takers. Checking out our soon-to-be lunch.

Jane, the brave lobster wrangler.

Jane, the brave lobster wrangler.

 

 

 

 

 

Yummy little critter!

Yummy little critter!

Lunch is served!

Lunch is served!

I was exhausted, and looking forward to a nap, however, Jane had other plans for us. We were going kayaking, which ended up being magnificent! The coastline was beautiful. And when it started to sprinkle rain on us, it just made it that much more sublime and peaceful. It was quite magical.

And then I finally got my nap.

After my nap, we would once again feast on another wonderful Jane-made meal of pasta and mussels. Jane was an awesome cook!

We were having such a great time with Gary and Jane, that it would be hard to leave our new friends in the morning.

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Welcome To The Great State of Maine!

Our first visit to Maine!

Our first visit to Maine!

Day 54   August 2      part 2

We were supposed to be in Kittery Point, Maine at about 6:00 pm today. We were going to stay with (in the driveway of) some friends that we’d never met before.

I frequently participate in the on line discussions at airforums.com. This is a discussion board for Airstream owners, and others obsessed with Airstream trailers and motorhomes. I had posted something about us going cross country to go to the Newport Folk Festival, and that we’d then be heading up to Maine.

Gary and Jane, Airstream owners in Kittery Point, Maine, saw my post and, for some reason, decided it’d be safe to invite Mark and me to stay at their place if/when we drove through their neck of the woods. And Mark and I decided it’d be safe to take them up on their invite.

And that is how it came to be that we had to be in Kittery Point, Maine at 6:00 pm today, to have dinner with a couple of people we’d never met!

From the minute we drove up to Gary and Jane’s house, we knew this was gonna be a great time! We were greeted by the most awesome handmade welcome sign, and by two of the nicest people you’d ever want to meet!

Well, what do we have here?! A custom made welcome sign, made especially to welcome us to Kittery, Maine!!

Well, what do we have here?! A custom made welcome sign, made especially to welcome us to Kittery, Maine!!

Mark, with our new friends, Gary and Jane. A warm welcome, and a toast!

Mark, with our new friends, Gary and Jane. A warm welcome, and a toast!

Cute Towns & Our First Freakin’ Parking Ticket!

Church & scaffolding. Newburyport, MA

Church & scaffolding. Newburyport, MA

Day 54   August 2      part 1

Newburyport (I still keep calling it Newportbury) was a great little town. Quintessential New England.

We rolled into town in the late morning, to find a fabulous street festival taking place. The local fire department was out in the street, collecting money for some charity, there were a couple of bands playing on two stages, there were food booths, and all kinds of vendors selling their wares on the sidewalks.

Street festival. Town square.

We sampled everything from the local art, to the local seafood chowder, the local lobster & scallop cakes, and the local gelato. This was a fun place, and beautiful too!

Saw some nice artwork at the local art association.

Saw some nice artwork at the local art association.

Newburyport, NH

Newburyport, MA

Newburyport, NH

Newburyport, MA

Newburyport, NH

Newburyport, MA

Not sure if this was a gym for women or for men. Newburyport, NH

Not sure if this was a gym for women or for men. Newburyport, MA

Newburyport, NH

Newburyport, MA

Newburyport, MA

Newburyport, MA

Newburyport, MA

Made a stop here for gelato. Newburyport, MA

Newburyport, NH

Newburyport, MA

Mark thought it’d be fun to open up a B&B in Newburyport. In order to deal with customer complaints that we’d inevitably have, we’d install a complaint box in the lobby. But instead of the complaints landing inside the box, they’d land inside a shredder that would be hidden inside the box! Brilliant! That would ensure a hassle-free business experience for us, for sure!

When we left Newburyport, we took a quick spin through nearby Plum Island, and then headed north.

Plum Island

Plum Island

We crossed into New Hampshire at Seabrook, but, once again, I missed the “Welcome” sign, so, no picture.

The next stop was Portsmouth, New Hampshire, another beautiful New England town. Much bigger than Newburyport, but equally as fun and beautiful, we spent a couple hours walking around, taking photos, and getting a parking ticket.

Portsmouth, New Hampshire

Portsmouth, New Hampshire

Portsmouth, New Hampshire

Portsmouth, New Hampshire

Portsmouth, New Hampshire

Portsmouth, New Hampshire

Portsmouth, New Hampshire

Portsmouth, New Hampshire

Portsmouth, New Hampshire

Portsmouth, New Hampshire

Parking was hard to come by in Portsmouth, so when we found a large parking space, we snagged it. The space was metered, and was only for 15 minute parking. We thought we were so clever when we fed the meter, and walked around for 1/2 hour, and returned to the RV, and did NOT have a ticket. We felt so clever, that we fed the meter again, and walked around for another 45 minutes. Only this time,when we returned, we had a ticket. With the damage done, we just kept walking around town.

Eventually, it was time to leave. We had a very important place to be, and we were supposed to be there around 6:00pm. So much more to do and see in Portsmouth, but that would all have to wait for another visit in time.

Yellow Dog, Boston, Traffic, and the Downpour!

Yellow Dog hangs out with Trixie and Dax in the back of the Space Shuttle

Yellow Dog, prior to being completely mutilated. He used to  hang out with Trixie and Dax in the back of the Space Shuttle

Day 53       August 1

The next stop on our great adventure, would be Boston, where we’d meet up with my niece, Hannah. On the way, we lucked into finding WUMB on the radio. This was the most awesome radio station, playing awesome folky music. It was like we’d never left the Newport Folk Festival.

Boston was….interesting. Before we even got to the city, we were stuck in the most awful of city traffic jams. And when we got into the city, bazaaammm…..it was made worse by closed off streets, closed off bridges, and bicyclists going every which way on the streets. A total wonder we didn’t hit anyone or anything!

Traffic, traffic, and more traffic, greets us in Boston!

Traffic, traffic, and more traffic, greets us in Boston!

We were supposed to meet Hannah at noon. She had 1.5 hours between classes to hang out with us. But, we were late, and lost. We showed up at 1:00, and parked in a spot on the street marked “No Parking/Tow Zone.” Hannah hopped in the space shuttle, pulled up a seat, and we just stayed put in our spot until she had to leave to go to class at 1:30. And then we drove off, without a parking ticket!

It would have been nice to stay in Boston a bit longer, but driving around in the RV was terrifying, and we knew we’d never find an actual parking spot anyway. So, we got the heck out of the city right away.

We continued north, and as evening approached, the weather was looking ominous. We made it as far as The Pines Campground, just outside of Newburyport, Massachusetts. We arrived in the dark, in a torrential downpour. Got soaked just running into the campground office to check in.

On our way to the campground, just a minute or so before the torrential downpour began.

On our way to the campground, just a minute or so before the torrential downpour began.

As we pulled into our site, and settled in, and dried off, we felt fortunate to have our space shuttle. The folks a couple spots down from us were not so fortunate, as they were tent camping. And it looked like they were having a wee bit of a problem keeping their tent erected properly!

The neighbors. Having a wee bit of a problem with their tent.

The neighbors. Having a wee bit of a problem with their tent.

We were dry, and happy, and played music inside the RV until it was finally time to go to sleep.

Where Are We Now? A Quick Update…

We’re currently in Little Rock, Arkansas, enjoying the people, the sites, the food and the weather. We’ll be leaving in the morning for either Dallas, or Oklahoma City. Will see which way the wind blows us!!

Plymouth Rock….All A Lie!

Morning walk around the campground. Just south of Plymouth, MA

Morning walk around the campground. Just south of Plymouth, MA

Morning walk around the campground. Just south of Plymouth, MA

Morning walk around the campground. Just south of Plymouth, MA

Day 52        July 31

We were very excited to go to Plymouth today to see Plymouth Rock….the first place that the Pilgrims landed in America. And so, it was with great disappointment that we found Plymouth Rock to be, #1, quite small, #2, locked up in prison-like confinement, and #3, apparently part of the Great American Hoax.

The actual rock. Plymouth Rock.

The actual rock. Plymouth Rock.

The actual rock. Plymouth Rock.

The actual rock. Plymouth Rock.

Most people know about the supposed first steps on the moon…Neil Armstrong, and all that…”One small step for man, one giant step for mankind.” (or something like that). I say “supposed” because, according to some conspiracy theorists,  there’s still some question as to whether or not we really landed on the moon.

Well, it ends up that there’s no mention of Plymouth Rock in any of the historical documents, and that the statement that the Pilgrims had landed there, was uttered 100 years after the fact, in some speech.

The big deception...

The big deception…

200 years later, the myth is born.

200 years later, the myth is born.

So it seems that the whole Plymouth Rock story is totally fabricated. Which doesn’t explain why the folks of Plymouth, Massachusetts have gone to such great lengths over the years to move, repair, and protect behind walls and bars, Plymouth Rock.

All this, and, we still enjoyed ourselves, and took lots of pics of the rock!

We took a stroll around the waterfront, and around the town of Plymouth…all very quaint and beautiful. We found Leyden Street too….the oldest street in the US.

Plymouth, MA

Plymouth, MA

Plymouth, MA

Plymouth, MA

Plymouth, MA

Cool music shop in Plymouth, MA

Plymouth, MA

Plymouth, MA

Plymouth, MA

Plymouth, MA

Plymouth, MA

Plymouth, MA

Plymouth, MA

Plymouth, MA

Our little snippet of American history complete, we then took off on a mission to find a new guitar for me, to replace the guitar that was broken in two by the fine workmen at Airstream.

I was so lucky to find a gem of a music store, about 20 minutes from Plymouth. Tucked away in a little strip mall, was Music Unlimited. Turned out to be a fabulous shop, with all kinds of beautiful Taylors and Martins.

But, I was focused on finding a really cheap guitar. And I did. I bought a 3/4 size Ibanez, for $100. Sounds ok, weird to play since it’s 3/4 size, doesn’t completely hold it’s tuning. It’s upside…it was only $100, and because it’s small, I can play it while standing in the aisle of the Space Shuttle!! The hoedown is on!!!

The day's finale....another fine feast at our campground.

The day’s finale….another fine feast at our campground.

Will I, Or Will I Not, Eat A Sandwich In Sandwich?

Old church that's now a private residence. Sandwich, MA

Old church that’s now a private residence. Sandwich, MA

Day 51   July 30

The day before, we’d explored the northern part of Cape Cod, so today, we ventured more southerly, toward South Dennis. Maybe because my “The Most Scenic Drives in America” book was set aside due to it’s state of self-destruction, or maybe because there didn’t seem to be too much to see in this area, we just did a drive-through, stopping only for a picnic lunch in a little park-like area.

South Dennis. Picnic lunch and a dog walk.

South Dennis. Picnic lunch and a dog walk.

The view at lunch time in South Dennis

The view at lunch time in South Dennis

As we drove around, I once again noticed the same metric ton of little graveyards everywhere, followed closely behind in numbers by pizza joints, ice cream stands, and Dunkin Donuts shops.

On our way out of Cape Cod, we spent some time in Sandwich. I really wanted to eat a sandwich in Sandwich, but it was late in the afternoon and almost every place was closed already. So we just walked around and took pics in this beautiful small town.

Sandwich, MA

Sandwich, MA

Sandwich, MA

Sandwich, MA

Sandwich, MA

Sandwich, MA

Really? Well, who hasn't?! Sandwich, MA

Really? Well, who hasn’t?! Sandwich, MA

Sandwich, MA

Sandwich, MA

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The next stop on our road trip would be Indian Head Resort Campground, just south of Plymouth, Massachusetts. We wouldn’t go into Plymouth until the morning, but, in honor of the Pilgrims, we had a traditional Pilgrim dinner of chips, salsa, sausage, and beer, and we played music around the campfire.

Docked for the night, outside of Plymouth, MA

Docked for the night, outside of Plymouth, MA