Drive Report: 78 Miles / 1:22
Check-out time was 1100 sharp this morning - unfortunately, we weren’t sharp. Didn’t miss it by much, but we had intended on leaving an hour earlier at 1000. The hold up was the new neighbors. Last evening a class C RV similar in size to ours pulled in to the slot next to us. I had occasion to chat for just a minute with the gentleman who had been driving. His name was Jules and his wife Francine. They were from Quebec - that would be in Canada, for those of you who slept thru geography class. Anyway, as Susan and I were prepping to move this morning, we ended up talking with them for a good bit. Turns out that he’s an attorney and has partially retired with plans to fully retire next year. He asked about me being a police officer since he saw the logo on the RV. Then he told me that he was a defense attorney. Ha - talk about opposite sides of the fence. But he was still a good guy. So we gave them a few tips on what to do around Newport and inquired about getting into Canada when we’re at Lake Champlain in a week or so.
Once we left it was just a short jaunt over to Cape Cod where we keep our summer home. Well, OK - it arrived the same time we did. So we’re now set up at the Camper’s Haven RV Resort - which has its own private beach right across the street from the RV Park. Susan got all worked up and was trying to remember where she put her surf board - in the RV - right. It was taking up so much space that I snuck it out before we left. Now I just gotta convince her that she forgot to pack it. I’m mildly optimistic about my chances.
Quick point of clarification. Since it was only 78 miles total drive today, I did all the driving. Hence all pics taken while in motion are used by permission of Susan Schoen Photography, LLC.
We passed over several small (by local standards) rivers and bays today, this being one example. All were very picturesque. I found it interesting that people sell boats here the same ways they sell cars back home. Find a high traffic location, park it near traffic and away from the other boats, then put a big sign on it.
We were not on the road long today when we hit Massachusetts. They were glad we arrived. Yes - apparently everyone in the state was waiting on us.
Another river crossing. This one made the blog because of the freighter docked to the right side of the river.
It was pretty windy today. A first for quite a while - in fact, pretty much since entering the Ozarks the wind has not been a factor in either the bike ride or post ride activities. But today it moved The Rig around on the highway a bit. They make use of the wind here the same way we do back in the Land of Oz - wind turbines. These were the big ones.
And speaking of big ones - another huge bridge. This one took us over part of Buzzard Bay. Great name for a bay, don'cha think?
Forgive the bars in the foreground, but Susan had no choice. What we're after here is the unique "drawbridge in the distance. It looks as though it just lifts from both ends and then lowers when appropriate. How does one become a draw bridge driver? Play with Legos a lot as a kid or something?
The blue dot is us at the Campers Haven RV Resort - our home for the next four nights. I can't believe we're on Cape Cod. I'm gonna have to do some serious hobnobbing here.
After we arrived at the RV Park, it was off to the laundry room to take care of business. Susan was appalled enough at the condition of the room...
...that she went to the office and asked for a broom and dustpan to clean the place up. (Raise your hand if you're surprised.) The lady behind the counter asked her, "Do you want me to have someone come down and clean it up?" I used to play with fire when I was a kid - but I learned. I think that lady needs to take up a less risky job - like maybe lion taming. She did, however, send the maintenance guy down to clean. He showed up with a dry mop and a spray bottle of cleaning solution. He probably needed a match and some gas. Because...
...after he left it still looked like this. This looks nasty even to a guy. But - we work with what we're given. Susan held her nose and finished the laundry. Hard to believe they can call this a Resort.
Then it was off to the beach for a quick look see. Note the Cape Cod cottage on the beach behind us. You wouldn't believe what I have to do to get her to smile after something like that laundry room. But I can usually pull it off.
This is a better shot of us and the beach. I don't know if the water behind us is technically a bay or if it qualifies (among those who decide such things) as the Atlantic Ocean. Me? I'm goin with ocean. Depending on precisely which direction one goes from the beach one might strike an island (Nantucket or Martha's Vineyard) or head straight to the ocean.
These little birds were all over the beach when I went down to the shore. They look like some kind of piper or plover. When the waves came in they ran like the wind - their legs were just a blur.
Some seagulls were eyeing us suspiciously. Probably looking for their next meal. I pointed 'em at Susan, she's small enough to carry off.
And then there was this guy. I went over to talk to the owner of this rig and he was outside checking tire pressure. He wasn't very chatty and seemed to have trouble hanging on to the tire pressure gauge. Next thing ya know he'd get distracted and start wandering around pecking the ground. Some people shouldn't buy the really big rigs. They're just not cut out for 'em. When I came back by a half hour later, he was still there.
A pretty slow news day here at The Thin Blue Ride. It looks to be pretty cold here overnight - 51 degrees me thinks. In order to warm the interior of The Rig up this evening, we used the oven - and baked some chocolate chip cookies, but that was just a coincidence. We'll probably stay in for the morning, at least until it warms up a bit, and then head out to explore. Susan was looking around today on line while in that glistening laundry room and found an exhibit of (mostly) old Harley Davidson motorcycles on Saturday - only 3 miles away. We can't possibly miss it. Susan loves the big hogs. She can't touch the ground, but she loves 'em anyway.
Till next time.
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