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!
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.
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.
We were dry, and happy, and played music inside the RV until it was finally time to go to sleep.
Airstream Moho-A-Go-Go 