Day 45 July 24
This was a monumental day for us, because we finally, after driving about 7,000 miles, arrived in Newport, Rhode Island. This was the whole reason we were traveling cross-country….to get to the Newport Folk Festival. Yipppeeee!!!
This was also a monumental day for Dax and Trixie, because this would be the first time on the whole trip, that they’d be separated from us. Since we’d be spending about 10 hours a day, for three straight days at the music festival, we had to board them.
After checking in at our RV park, we drove to Fort Adams, the festival site, to get our bearings for where we’d have to drive to in the morning. Fort Adams is a cool place, with lots of musical history. Other history too, as it is a real fort.
After a lunch stop, we drove the dogs to Narragannset, to Gnarly Dog…the cage-free facility I’d found on line months ago. I breathed a sigh of relief when we saw the place and met the owner. Nice place. Nice owner. I felt confident that the doggies would be in good hands.
I was sad to say goodbye to the pups for what would be 3 1/2 days, but I was also happy to have 3 1/2 days of freedom. If you have dogs, or kids, you know what I mean.
With complete freedom to do whatever we wanted to, without concern for the dogs, Mark and I headed straight for the beach! We made sure to touch the Atlantic Ocean to officially complete the coast to coast part of our journey.
Of course, our second stop on the freedom trail, was the grocery store. Not too exciting, but, necessary. Oh yea, we also stopped at the post office to mail my friend Bob’s present off to him. I’d bought it two or three weeks ago, can’t even remember now. But I kept forgetting to mail it. Finally shipped it off.
It was early evening when we got back to our RV park. A couple women staying nearby us in the park, asked where our dogs were. They’d seen us drive in earlier in the day, before we’d dropped the pups off at “camp.”
“We took them to Gnarly Dog for boarding while we attend the Newport Folk Festival,” I replied.
They weren’t critical of my decision, but told me that they would have taken care of the dogs for the three days that we’d be gone.
Can you say, Guilt Trip?!!! Plus, I already missed my doggies. On the other hand, the space shuttle seemed so, uh, spacious, without having to trip over Dax and Trixie. So yea, boarding them was a good thing!