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.