Our Summer of 2013 has been somewhat less adventurous than the previous one, but that is precisely what we were going for. By this time in 2012, we had logged more than 9,000 miles since leaving Florida; this year,
less than 3,000. After 6 weeks in Massachusetts, we headed for Maine, and the Wild Duck Campground in Scarborough. This quiet little campground is on the very edge of the Scarborough Marsh, the largest marsh in Maine, and is an Adults Only park. This doesn’t mean anything risqué (necessarily) goes on there, but rather that there are no little kids running around. I think the youngest person we saw was the guy living in the small fifth-wheel trailer next to us, either late twenties or early thirties, and his friends who were sitting around the campfire one night. The park lived up to its name by having a flock of wild ducks hanging out in the small pond at the entrance every day. They also have a can of corn meal near the office where you can get a handful and feed the ducks whenever you like.
We met up there with our friends, Howard and Helen, who had been at Normandy Farm for the last week we were there. In this location, the trees prevented us from getting a satellite signal, but they provided good cable, so we switched over from our DirectV DVR to our TiVo programmed to receive the cable signal. For some unknown reason, the TiVo was unable to tune the NBC affiliate on the cable, and we missed out on a few weeks of Dexter on Showtime, but otherwise were able to keep up on all our favorite shows. But, of course, we were not there to watch TV, so we headed out to do some sight seeing. The very first evening we went to the local Lobster Pound. It was the first of many seafood meals in the four weeks we were there.
Scarborough was a great location, being close to Portland, where we went for entertainment, good restaurants, and a wonderful boat ride around some of the local islands. There is a mail boat and light car ferry, which goes to five different ports on the islands off the coast, delivering mail, groceries, supplies, people, and cars. Many of the people on the trip were just tourists like us, who went along just for the ride. The day we went was the first nice day after almost a week of rain, so the boat was pretty full.
Another great day was spent in Perkins Cove in Ogunquit. Ellyn and I had been there a coupe of times before, once with our friends Nicole and Pieter from Belgium, when they came for an Autumn tour of New England. Howard and Geoff walked a portion of the Marginal Way and nearly got lost when they left it half way and then tried to find their way back to the cove. Fortunately, Geoff had his GPS on so was able to track their start. We also took a lobster boat trip and got to see them pull up a few traps. Each trap was loaded with lobsters and even a few crabs.
We were also very close to Old Orchard Beach. We went there one evening and ate out on the pier. We walked along the midway and Geoff rode on the Bumper Cars.
We left the Wild Duck Campground for two nights and to Augusta, ME, for a quilt show. Ellyn took a class and even provided an art quilt for the show. The theme of the show was the State Rock of Maine, Tourmaline. We then returned to Scarborough for the final week of our stay in Maine before we moved on to Quebec, Canada for the Newmar Kountry Klub
Rally. Howard and Helen left Wild Duck while we were in Augusta and went to another place in Maine for a week before joining up with us in Quebec again.
In Quebec, we toured the city with the Klub and L’ile D’Orleans in the St. Lawrence River. We had several meals with the Klub and lots of socialization time. It was our first Newmar Rally since the national rally in Goshen, IL in 2009 right after we started our travels. Now we are planning to be at the next national rally in Escanaba, MI in 2014.
Continuing along the St. Lawrence River, we went to Montreal, QC next, also with Howard and Helen, and stayed at Camping Allouette, about 40 minutes from downtown Montreal. We were there three nights and enjoyed riding the tour bus around the city, going to the museums and churches, and eating some very tasty food. The weather, as it was in Quebec, was marvelous. Temps in the 25C range and sunny nearly the entire time. The campground featured an RV wash and we availed ourselves of it on the final morning before heading out on the road again. The facilities for clean the outside of the coach are not always available to us in campgrounds, so it is nice to give it a bit of a scrubbing when we can.
From Montreal, we split up with Howard and Helen again, and heading back into the US into Vermont. We spent a couple of nights in the White River Junction area and visited with Mom a couple of times. She is quite happy in her little apartment with her TV, Quiddler games, and weekly sing-a-longs. In February, we are planning to fly up from Florida to celebrate her 90th birthday with her.
Then we drove back north again about 1 1/2 hours to the little (!) town of Peacham, VT, where they were holding their third annual Peacham Acoustics Festival. Musicians from all over came here and there were workshops and jam sessions which Geoff joined in with and lots of music in the evenings inside the “most photographed church in Vermont” and also outside in tents. Again, the weather was excellent and we had a wonderful time. We were able to get hooked up with a couple who had a house on top of one of Vermont’s mountains about 15 minutes from town and we shoe-horned our RV into their front yard. They even provided us with a 20 amp drop and we were able to get satellite reception. When Geoff first turned onto their road, he was not sure about it, since Cow Hill Rd. made the Top of the World Highway in Alaska look like an Interstate.
Now, as our Summer is winding down, we have gotten back to Bethel, CT for a few days, and then we will be heading back to Boston for the blessed event in September. Our next blog post may be a big one.