On to the Maine Event!

After leaving the Farm in New Jersey we set off northward with two goals in mind, reach Maine and find a dump station where we could take care of the Admirals 'black water'. We are well past mid-October. As we were looking for state campgrounds, most were closed for the season.

We went through New Jersey, Connecticut, Massachusetts, New Hampshire and finally Maine. Even though we found a place to spend the night, their dump stations were locked up for the season. Private RV spots were wanting to charge between 45-60 dollars....I know, WHAAAT?

Schneider

Finally found fall!

We had the privilege to go visit another of  Bob's High School buddies named Jeff "Schneider". Well, what you need to know is that most of the "Lads" from Bob's high school have nicknames. Some of them do not remotely relate to what their real names are. I am just meeting them, so here goes, Bill "Dunner", Jeff "Schneider", Rick "Zech",  Jack "Grouser", Greg "Watty" my Bob is "Otto" and another Greg who is just Greg.  These guys have kept in touch for 45 years. Yikes! The class of 72 I guess was a good one in New Providence, NJ. When we made it into Massachusetts we had the opportunity to spend a weekend lunch at Jeff "Schneider's" home just outside of Boston.  His lovely wife Sue and regal German Shepherd dog Pepe greeted us kindly and Sue created a sumptuous lunch. They have a lovely home in a beautiful area where people walk around the neighborhood greeting friends and walking dogs, smiling and waving. We talked journeys and where and how our children are. I am finding out about how Bob was in those 'formative'  years and what his peers thought about him then, and how much they love him now.   These men have accomplished a lot in their lives and it is amazing to see the wonderful men they are. Love and life change us. These men I am sure are proud of what life they have made for their families. They can also be proud of how they care for their friends.

We left Schneider's house and went north and ended up in a place called Salisbury State Park. It was late when we arrived and we at first thought that they were closed for the season. Luckily, they had one section that they keep open for RVs in the winter. It was great, good places to park right by the water, access to the beaches, all the amenities and very few people to contend with. We had a nice guy from NYC who owns a port-a-potty business help us get signed up and backed into our spot.

The next morning I got up with Bob and we rode our bicycles around the empty parking lots and over to the beach. We watched the sunrise, sat on our nylon beach barrier so we would not get sand in us that we would take to the rig.  The morning was gorgeous and we saw it together. That was the best part. We have had so many beautiful together times. I am so grateful for every day.


Morning pours color over the breakers at Salisbury State Park in Massachusetts.

We took photos and talked and watched the dawn awakening.

It was a great morning and charged us to continue on to meet our commitment to go all the way to Maine.

 The Admiral was pushing us to go onward but was no help what so ever in helping us find a dump station.

I guess the boats that he was in before did not have those kinds of problems or they were handled in a totally different way. I think the Admiral was so excited to be reaching a destination he felt at home in. It was also a place neither Bob or I had ever been. We were more excited about Maine than you could imagine. I was really careful not to set expectations, especially lofty ones so that I would not risk being disappointed.

What we found was above and beyond anything we could have imagined! But that is for another day.