Continuing with the no rules policy, John, Kathrin and I headed out again after a few days back in Stamford to travel round Connnecticut and New York, northward bound. On collection of our hire car, we were given a Chevrolet Impala instead of the economy model we requested. On questioning if it has good milage, the lady responded "but I gave you a bigger car." It's true they do love their big cars over here. So off we headed for our two week adventure North with no solid plans, but plenty to see. In fact, too much too see in the end.
Heading for Middleboro Massachusetts for our KOA, 'Kampground of America', a luxurious camping facility. We had a great tent site that was fully enclosed with trees hence I suggested we could be nudists! John and Kel declined, but you all know me!!! We had our first campfire here, something we did each night on the trip, but this night we also realized our biggest mistake, we had forgotten to bring blankets and I hadn't at all prepared for the cooler North traveling, as I only brought with me t-shirts and shorts, whoops!
On the way to Boston the next day, we traded in our big car for a very small Toyota, due to the Implala's excessive thirst. It was a squeeze, but we got all our gear into the little hatch. We had a fantastic day in the wonderful Boston, a city which holds its charm with a fantastic blend of old town history and new city vibe. We walked the entire length of the Freedom Trail which snakes through the streets and squares taking you past points and places of significance for the Revolutionary War for America's independence. It was fantastic day to see all the spots: Quincy Market, Fanueil Hall, the Old State House, Beacon Hill, historic graves, USS Constitution and finishing off our history day, we had a drink at the oldest pub in the US.
|Samuel Adam Brewery, Boston|
|Yum Yum Yum!!!|
|Damp day in Arcadia National Park|
Unfortunately, our weather luck had run out for a day though when we headed into Arcadia National Park striking a bit of a rainy day to put a bit of a damper on our first look around the park. We put off setting up camp and took a look round the southern part of the park. Thankfully it did clear up, but we certainly paid the price for not having our warm gear. We eventually got a fire going and sat under a beach umbrella to shield us from the dripping trees. The campground was a fantastic spot of seclusion and I enjoyed a few moonlit evening strolls along the rocky coastline.
Blessed with sunshine the following day, we took in all the park had to offer by walking an awesome cliffhanger track up to a spectacular peak with unbeatable views. We stopped for a swim at a lake and had a cool dip in the ocean and drove to the top of the tallest mountain, which was more of hill really. The park was really a spectacular destination of steep and rugged colorful pink granite mountians and a coastline of boulders, all the reminants of a volcanic core, scolded and shapped by past glaciations.
After the cold nights and some rough camping, we rewarded ourselves with all you can eat Pizza Hut for lunch, Kel taking full advantage of the WiFi, even using it to Skype with her brothers in Germany on her iPhone. Some good driving taking back roads led us into the state of New Hampshire's White Mountians Forest Park. Here we enjoyed a nice escape from the tent with a night of luxary in a log cabin. We had beds, blankets and even a table to play battle ships on! Being the final night of our camping trip, happy to be heading back to comfy beds and all the comforts, but always sad to be leaving behind the simplicity of seeing some sights, having a few beers and eating a mean feed which John would cook every night and falling asleep cuddled up next to my bro.
Still through we had a big day ahead getting back to Stamford. Unfortunately a good 4 hours of interstate travel lay ahead but before that, a fantastic morning journey through the beautiful White Mountains Forest. We jumped on a few little walks and stopped for some very cool views, but I think John got the best deal getting to drive the winding mountain roads.