After our great time in Atlantic City, we quickly made our way into New York City for a bite to eat before moving on to Boston. I LOVE NYC, so it was great getting to be back there, even if it was just for a short few hours. We headed into Boston and rested for the night. On Saturday we spent the day exploring Boston, hitting most of the high points. The city is nice, but again, if I had the chance to spend time in any major city, it would be NYC, New Orleans, or San Francisco. Due to it being a holiday weekend, getting a hotel or even a campsite was virtually impossible. Because we did not book a room/camp space ahead of time, it was 6 pm without any plans set yet. We left Boston and headed for Maine, and in record time we made it to Richmond, Maine where the KOA was fortunate to make us a camping space for the night. On Sunday we drove to Acadia National Park and spent the afternoon and most of Monday going around the park. I must say, Maine is exceptionally beautiful and expect to come back here many times in the future.
Despite the wonderful pictures Matt has been posting, things sort of started to go downhill in Boston. I usually reach a point in our trips where I’ve just get physically and emotionally tired and irritated and am ready to go home. Matt would say this happens often in our day to day life, but he doesn’t get a say right now. This typically happens around day 9 or 10 of any given trip. So, in effort to try and make me happy, and rather to help me find some normalcy in my life, Matt took me to a Target and CVS. I know it’s not “to the moon and back,” but when you have spent almost 10 days in either the woods or on the highway, not doing anything you normally do, you have to take what you can get, and in that moment, it was Target. I was like a child at Disneyland in the Target, despite the fact that the Target had nothing different than my regular Target. I swear, they put some pheromones in the doorway of those stores, because you instantly become happy and ready to shop when you get in there. Needless to say it helped my mood and for that, I think Matt was happy.
To top that off, our camping experience on Sunday night included 7-8 hours of pouring rain. That’s right folks, we got back to the tent and spent 7-8 hours cooped up in hot, humid conditions. Matt’s not much of a complainer, but he is just a baby about hot, humid conditions. He basically got in the tent and explained that neither of us were to let out any more air than what was necessary to sustain life. Matt thought it was a great idea to put a half motorcycle cover on the motorcycle, but in a rather “tent” fashion, so that the helmets and jacket could go underneath there and be protected from water. I knew it was a bad idea, but Matt’s one of those people who has to be right, so I let him do what he wanted to do, which in the end resulted in his belonging being soaked and mine were nice and dry. Many of our maps did get ruined, but it’s fine, we really weren’t using those anyway. Overnight, the tent and everything inside of it stayed nice and dry, and although Matt complained about the conditions within the tent, he was sleeping so well, I had to wake him up several times during the night for snoring, which I’m sure was disturbing the other fellow campers in our area.
Flash forward, Monday morning we got up ate breakfast at the Two Cats Cafe (who doesn’t love that) while we waited for the fog to burn off. We finished seeing what we were going to see of Acadia National Park and headed towards Moncton, New Brunswick, Canada via Coastal Highway 1. This ride was very nice, the weather was overcast and cool, until we hit about 10 miles from the US/Canada border where the flood gates opened and it started pouring. It’s during times like this that I always question why the hell I let Matt talk me into doing these activities. Let’s just say I never liked playing in the rain as a child, why the hell would I like doing it now as an adult. We were soaked and I mean totally soaked (to my underwear folks) and still had a 3 hour drive into Moncton. Let’s not forget that it was also 65 degrees, so wet clothes, cold temperatures at approximately 75 miles an hour made me miserable. I’m pretty sure I had icicles hanging from my running nose at that point. Just envision the guys in Dumb and Dumber riding that scooter in the freezing cold, yeah that was us. The only other time I can recall being just as miserable was the time Matt thought we had the right camping gear in Yellowstone National Park (and we really didn’t) and we camped in below freezing temperatures.
Luckily the Holiday Inn Express came to my rescue as we arrived in Moncton, New Brunswick around 11:00 pm local time (9:00 pm Oklahoma time). We grabbed a quick bite of dinner at a Tim Horton’s (never been before because we don’t have these at home), got warm and went to bed. Today we are headed to North Sydney Port to board a refurbished cruise ship they call a “ferry” to take us over to Newfoundland overnight. It’s unfortunate, but I have a feeling this ferry ride is not going to be anything like my previous cruise experiences.
Starting on day 12 of 24, let’s hope the rain stays clear, otherwise someone might need to pick me at the airport. Happy Tuesday All!
