A Visit with a Dear Friend

We are up early and ready to get out of there. Our friends live in a retirement community which is very lovely. Unfortunately Edna had to be moved out off their gracious cottage to the Alzeimer's living quarters a few months ago and we really don't know what we will encounter. We ended up having a terrific time...While her memory may not be what it used to be...she still had this undeniable spunk that I always loved. The visit seemed to do all of us a world of good.

The drive to Bar Harbor is thankfully uneventful. The view from our site at Narrows Too RV Resort in Trenton Maine, is stunning. Definitely go for an ocean site if you visit. This is another place that exists for the views only. Little else to offer. The tide is out and the uncovered landscape interesting.

We know that we need to have lobster tonight. Find a great place Down East Lobster Co. on Bar Harbor Rd. in Trenton. Their take out dinner includes two 1 3/4 pound lobsters, two dozen mussels, corn on the cob and coleslaw...all for $40...great deal and great tasting.

A Very Long Day

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!

Finally on the Road to the Maritimes

To say our start on this trip was inauspicious, is perhaps one of the greatest understatements I have ever made. We were parked in Georgetown on Reservoir Road, all packed and about three minutes to take-off. I had just made a final check of the house, locked it up and was walking across the street to Gigantor expecting to find Rick in the driver’s seat, ready to leave.

Instead, I see him tearing out onto Reservoir in his car…I yell at him…he yells back that we have just been hit by a bus who broke our side
rearview mirror … he is in hot pursuit. I’m scared to death he’s going to encounter some wacko with a gun who won’t take so kindly to the encounter. Fortunately for us, it’s a GUTS bus….Georgetown University Transportation System…no one gets hurt. Rick gets his info and hears him call someone to respond to our situation. He returns to Tor and an anxious me.

I don’t know if I’ve ever been so grateful that I’m President of the Citizens Association of Georgetown and have forged good relationships with many university staff. As I was calling the GU Department of Public Safety, two University police officers came over to help. Then I reached Peter Luger in DPS and brought him up to speed. He immediately sent over a representative of the traffic department, another police officer and the driver of the culprit bus. Thank you, Peter.

The net/net is since former Boy Scout Rick is always prepared, we happened to have a whole other side mirror stowed away. And Nuclear Engineer Rick is probably the only person who can figure out how to disassemble the mangled mirror and attach the spare. We are off like a herd of turtles about four hours behind schedule.

Needless to say we didn’t get very far….we were both rather frazzled and made it only 125 miles to Clarksboro, NJ. Timberlane Campground goes
under the category of a stop-over only…definitely not a destination place. But the people were incredibly kind and made room for us in an oversold park after hearing our story of woe.

It’s not a particularly attractive place, but if you need to keep kids amused, there is a pool, fishing pond, batting cage and basketball hoops. For us, it was wonderfully quiet. We grilled semi-prepared shish-kebobs from Whole Foods, made some red rice and beans and finding an almost past-their-prime mango and avocado in the fruit basket, made what turned out to be a terrific tasting combo, cutting the fruits into chunks and dressing with a tiny bit of Key Lime dressing.

We tried to read a bit, but lights were out by 9:30.