We’re towing Jessie for the first time. (In case you don’t know I tend to anthropomorphize many things. Jessie is my jeep and is near and dear to my heart.) So Gigantor (the RV… aka Tor) is dragging Jessie the Jeep.
We’ve always rented cars on these excursions. But it is a hassle and we feel it’s not going to be quite so easy in Nova Scotia and PEI. So Rick has a tow bar installed. It's only our second day and Rick still thinks someone is really tailgaiting!
We are supposed to have dinner tonight in York, Maine with dear friends who lived next door to me many years ago in Westfield, NJ. I don't think we're going to make it...pouring rain and excruciating traffic. We call and rearrange for a visit in the morning. We finally arrive in York
about 8.
We discover a whole new category to add to our reviews of RV resorts. I'm calling it..."Be afraid, be very afraid". The first entry in that category is called York Beach Camper Haven....you've been warned!
We are only interested in locking ourselves in and dashing for a glass of wine and a beer for Rick. Uninterested in cooking, we are grateful for some leftover pizza we brought from home. A Do Wop PBS begathon was on TV...so the living room became a dance floor and the day ended okay!
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