I wanted to share an update you, so that you know John and I's whereabouts. John has made it to the bus station and taking the bus. He's doing well, and is considering finishing this trek after a few months off. There is no set date for this, but time will tell, as he says possibly in (later) Oct or November. He wants to rest, recoup and reevaluate.
I am back in Gunter, Texas and adjusting to life back home. With only being out on the road for 23 days, the adjustment was easier than I thought. I have spent the last couple of days unpacking, settling in, and finding my routine again. Washing dishes is brand new again. Having coffee when I wake up is a delight. And the ability to pick what your going to eat for your next meal is a privilege I cherish. I'm safe every night I sleep, and being back as a team with my husband is my favorite part. We have many animals to care for, and it really is much easier with two people to keep things flowing nicely. The barns stalls, the mowing, regular house maintenance, feeding and caring for our 3 donkeys, 3 sheep, 4 dogs, 5 barn cats, 6 sweet chickens and ourselves, are all part of our day-to-day life that we love. The quiet here (besides the animals voices) is fascinating and calming. It's something I never knew in in life, until we moved to Gunter.
While I was away, David met Lauren in Amarillo to pick up her new Australian Shepherd puppy, Tula. This added a new dimension to the mix of the farm. How would the Great Pyrenees react? They are guard dogs who let nothing cross the parameter of the fencing. They are always "on duty" and keenly aware of their surroundings at all times. They ensure the sheep, barn cats and chickens are as safe as possible. Don't get me wrong, our 3 (rescue) donkeys are simply amazing at protecting as well. Donkeys are territorial and are masters at chasing down coyotes, foxes and bob cats - if those predators chose to confront the donkeys. Instinctually, the predators know better, as donkeys do not mess around. They are fast, diligent and will not hesitate to protect. Ironically, both our LGD (Livestock Guardian Dogs) and donkeys are all gentle and loving towards humans. Children and adults alike. Our guard dogs and donkeys may sound - or look - "scary", but they have the kindest spirits and desire human love and affection, above anything else. Well, treats are always welcome, too. But a human hand petting and hugging them is preferred.
Where was I? Tula, little 4 month old Tula. A true puppy with little manners yet. She is a work-in-progress with limitless potential. Smart, fun, sweet and with a love for everyone, including any and all farm animals. She is now with us until Tuesday, when I'll take her to the dog trainer. Our dog trainer keeps your puppy (minimum 4 months old, "bigger" dogs only) and trains on-site at her business/home until they have mastered all the basics. Your puppy spends the nights there, and no visits are allowed. No exceptions. The training timeframe is 2 - 4 weeks, depending on the demeanor and nature of your dog, and then YOU are trained on how to be the Pack Leader and take charge of your puppy-who-now-has-manners. And then it's up to you to incorporate and continue these skills your dog now owns. It's life changing. Your puppy no longer jumps up on people, eats when you give a command, "loads up" into their crate, no (minimal) barking, heels/sits/down and just all the things a 4 month old puppy needs to know at a critical learning point in their life. I'm a big fan. It's life changing for not only your puppy, but for the family. We have two success stories of a Catahoula and Weimaraner who have become their best selves because of this wonderful dog trainer.
So, as Tula awaits her training, unbeknownst to her, she enjoys running around on the farm. In the pasture, with the sheep, chasing chickens (bad girl), playing with the barn cats (who run from her) and loving on the Great Pyrenees, who have accepted her into their world. We did start the crate process with her, and she's accepted it well. So, as the farm is turned upside down by a 20 lb puppy, it keeps things exciting.
My mind continues to ponder "what next"? What are my plans? I'm a little lost and scattered, but I'll sweep up the pieces and put the puzzle back together again. Luckily, it's not a hard puzzle. It's pretty easy, with many options. I'll take time to mull it over, and see where life takes me. My immediate plans are to stay put. I went to yoga yesterday and feel wonderful and strong. I have lost a little weight, and will need to put a few pounds back on. It's hard to stay ahead of the calories when moving 30-40 miles a day. Over and over. I'll go for a run tomorrow, and then I want to get on my bike and ride. Then, yoga again, then, then, then. All in the comfort of my home. Work? I'm not sure of my work status, as I'll need to contact them to see what they have in store for me. I had asked for 3 months off, and so now that's very different. I'm flexible, and will see what happens.
On this beautiful Sunday, I wish you a day filled with love and grace. The lens I look through has changed. I continue to grow and work on myself, in this journey of life. It's forever ebbing and flowing. I am most grateful for a upclose and personal viewing of the New England states. I never knew how amazing it was.......and now I know, and have that movie in my mind, and heart, to forever keep.
I want to thank my family for supporting me, and encouraging me in life. David has loved me, for me always. He is my biggest cheerleader. He is my forever love in life, and we will care for each other til our last breath. And it's such a amazing thing to feel and know that. Lauren has been raised with a Mama who hasn't always been "like the other" moms. She always has a smile on her face whenever I'm desiring to "go out in the world" and explore. She knows me well. Probably the best. She can hear in my voice how I am, and the string from her heart to mine is always there. It tugs and pulls, but never breaks. That string between our hearts is a forever gift from God, between a mother and daughter.
And I so appreciate you for following along with me, supporting me, and listening to my many words. And when things don't go quite as planned, I'll make a new plan. After all, it's not Cyndi's Will be done, but God's Will be done.
Happy Sunday!
Cyndi
Sunday, August 27, 2017
Friday, August 25, 2017
Everything is Good
As John travels back via bus, I flew home last evening. The morning yesterday started with contentment, along with a sliver of wonderment of "is this really happening"? It was not, and is not, a feeling of something bad, rather, just the opposite. It was a feeling of how doing-the-right-thing-for-me feels good. Yes, it takes time to change my mind-set from moving down the road each day, to packing up to head back home. Just as it took time for it to evolve in the reverse, as well. In order to endure events such as these, it's primarily mental. Your body will follow your mind. Self talk and having the proper mindset is key to success. Once this process begins, it's a train that keeps moving. So for me, after processing this new situation, I wasn't sad about what was happening, as much as I needed to take time to readjust my mind, and change gears back to what was the right thing to do. I feel at peace with my decision, and know that what's important is for John to get better, and for me to rejoin my family.
With that decision made, I can then look forward to what that brings me in life. There may have been a time in my life when I would have made a different decision. When I would have been a little more selfish, reckless and vain in making this kind of decision. Luckily, life has shown me a different path, one which allows courage and vulnerability to reign over the incessant need to complete a task for my own personal satisfaction, and not consider the feelings of those who love me. I've learned there's more to this life of mine. I'm not willing to risk what I have so freely. I'm welcoming logic into the equation, and it feels good.
You know the truth by the way it feels. And that's what I was feeling yesterday morning as David flew into the LaGuardia airport, rented a car, and zoomed about 65 miles to come find me. I was feeling settled, relaxed and happy that I am now mature enough (finally) to make a decision that I know is right for me. My bags are packed, and around noon, John texts me that he's in the area (as he had not been able to make it to our destination the night before), but he's been walking and is now coming into the town of Milford, and we will meet and say "See you later". He will continue to head to the bus station on foot. This is who John is. One more day, he says, and he too, be sleeping in his own bed. We talk, laugh, and know this is all okay. John is strong, and he's hard to crack. I'm so proud of him to be able to step away from this journey, and care for himself. It's impressive.
I hug him, knowing we will text and watch to make sure each other makes it to our final destination. There's a bond of trust we have. Unlike any other. Get better, John!
I head back over to the Super 8 motel, who has been most kind to me by allowing me a late checkout while David makes his way to Milford. I take my bags down to the Front Office and check out, and within minutes, David comes in the front door, smiling, eluding happiness that I have missed SO much! We hug, and hug, and hug some more! The Front Desk guy watches with amazement. As if he's watching a movie. He has no idea what this moment brings, but yet knows there's something unusual and special about it. I see him smiling as he watches David and I greet each other in bliss. It was pure joy to see David walk through those doors. He has come to take me home. I still find this amazing. I could get to the airport, on my own as it's not too far. Yet, David and I are a team in life, and the love we have lends to going above and beyond. He's there to ensure my safety, and take the journey home WITH me. It's only been 24 days since I have seen him, but it feels like a lifetime.
At this point, we both are ready to grab something to eat, and will need to head back to the airport. I already knew I wanted to go down the street to Chipotle. And we did, and it was magical. It was as if it were only him and I in the restaurant. Laughing, catching up, and ready to get back to the farm. He's been so very busy these last 3 weeks. It's time for us to share this life again, and make our life whole. So, off we go back to the airport, in the NY traffic. I'll just say that once we got the car rental returned, inside the terminal, and to our gate, we knew we had done it. Success! Now, we wait. The flight is delayed, and will not leave until 8:45. We did eventually leave NY on that plane (Thank you, Southwest!! We LOVE you!), and land at Lovefield just before midnight. The drive to Gunter was fast with zero traffic. I was so ready to be home, and so was David. It's now 1:30 am. First?! To the barn!!! My heart is filled with joy, love and relief to see all my babies there. It was like a show, where everyone is there, listening to each others voices, with love bouncing off the barn walls. Belle, awwhhhhh Sweet Belle, my little bottle-baby lamb. She was literally jumping for joy. Bouncing around, and calling out Maaaaaaa, Maaaaaaaa! The chickens who were roosting for the night all came out of their coops to say hello. The donkeys peered in over the barn gate, waiting for the touch of my hand on their faces. Every barn cat was walking about, as they are one big cohesive group of kitty-love. This is where I belong. I'm home.
Now it's time to get to bed. Our own bed. A shower at home, and to bed we go. It was lights out. And I mean, lights out.
There's no place like home. Dorothy got that right. The memories of my trip play like a movie in my head. And it's such a happy movie. How grateful I am for everything. Thank you for being there for me, through the ups and downs, of this trip. There were very few "downs" and 99% "ups". I'll never forget all the wonderful people I met along the way. I remember your faces out on the road, and the generosity of your spirit. God is Good. My heart is bursting with joy.
All my love, all my light,
Cyndi
With that decision made, I can then look forward to what that brings me in life. There may have been a time in my life when I would have made a different decision. When I would have been a little more selfish, reckless and vain in making this kind of decision. Luckily, life has shown me a different path, one which allows courage and vulnerability to reign over the incessant need to complete a task for my own personal satisfaction, and not consider the feelings of those who love me. I've learned there's more to this life of mine. I'm not willing to risk what I have so freely. I'm welcoming logic into the equation, and it feels good.
You know the truth by the way it feels. And that's what I was feeling yesterday morning as David flew into the LaGuardia airport, rented a car, and zoomed about 65 miles to come find me. I was feeling settled, relaxed and happy that I am now mature enough (finally) to make a decision that I know is right for me. My bags are packed, and around noon, John texts me that he's in the area (as he had not been able to make it to our destination the night before), but he's been walking and is now coming into the town of Milford, and we will meet and say "See you later". He will continue to head to the bus station on foot. This is who John is. One more day, he says, and he too, be sleeping in his own bed. We talk, laugh, and know this is all okay. John is strong, and he's hard to crack. I'm so proud of him to be able to step away from this journey, and care for himself. It's impressive.
I hug him, knowing we will text and watch to make sure each other makes it to our final destination. There's a bond of trust we have. Unlike any other. Get better, John!
I head back over to the Super 8 motel, who has been most kind to me by allowing me a late checkout while David makes his way to Milford. I take my bags down to the Front Office and check out, and within minutes, David comes in the front door, smiling, eluding happiness that I have missed SO much! We hug, and hug, and hug some more! The Front Desk guy watches with amazement. As if he's watching a movie. He has no idea what this moment brings, but yet knows there's something unusual and special about it. I see him smiling as he watches David and I greet each other in bliss. It was pure joy to see David walk through those doors. He has come to take me home. I still find this amazing. I could get to the airport, on my own as it's not too far. Yet, David and I are a team in life, and the love we have lends to going above and beyond. He's there to ensure my safety, and take the journey home WITH me. It's only been 24 days since I have seen him, but it feels like a lifetime.
At this point, we both are ready to grab something to eat, and will need to head back to the airport. I already knew I wanted to go down the street to Chipotle. And we did, and it was magical. It was as if it were only him and I in the restaurant. Laughing, catching up, and ready to get back to the farm. He's been so very busy these last 3 weeks. It's time for us to share this life again, and make our life whole. So, off we go back to the airport, in the NY traffic. I'll just say that once we got the car rental returned, inside the terminal, and to our gate, we knew we had done it. Success! Now, we wait. The flight is delayed, and will not leave until 8:45. We did eventually leave NY on that plane (Thank you, Southwest!! We LOVE you!), and land at Lovefield just before midnight. The drive to Gunter was fast with zero traffic. I was so ready to be home, and so was David. It's now 1:30 am. First?! To the barn!!! My heart is filled with joy, love and relief to see all my babies there. It was like a show, where everyone is there, listening to each others voices, with love bouncing off the barn walls. Belle, awwhhhhh Sweet Belle, my little bottle-baby lamb. She was literally jumping for joy. Bouncing around, and calling out Maaaaaaa, Maaaaaaaa! The chickens who were roosting for the night all came out of their coops to say hello. The donkeys peered in over the barn gate, waiting for the touch of my hand on their faces. Every barn cat was walking about, as they are one big cohesive group of kitty-love. This is where I belong. I'm home.
Now it's time to get to bed. Our own bed. A shower at home, and to bed we go. It was lights out. And I mean, lights out.
There's no place like home. Dorothy got that right. The memories of my trip play like a movie in my head. And it's such a happy movie. How grateful I am for everything. Thank you for being there for me, through the ups and downs, of this trip. There were very few "downs" and 99% "ups". I'll never forget all the wonderful people I met along the way. I remember your faces out on the road, and the generosity of your spirit. God is Good. My heart is bursting with joy.
All my love, all my light,
Cyndi
Thursday, August 24, 2017
Day 24 - Finishing up
Good Morning! On this day, I awaken to a new beginning. A day that takes me back home to my loved ones. There will be no miles run, and a mind-set change that it is okay to not "get on the road" today. I sometimes have to give myself a permission slip, along with a big dose of self-compassion, to calm the desire to do otherwise. My heart is happy beyond belief to see David, as it's been over three weeks since I've seen his smiling face. My little vacation has been so wonderful, and I'm so grateful for every step.
John is back in Branford, as he wasn't able to make our final destination of Milford yesterday. He really wanted to, but his body did not allow it. He will continue, slowly, toward the bus station of his choosing. I say that, because I've tried to get him to stop, or take a taxi, go to a earlier bus station, or many variations of those things. But he says 'no' every time. He allows zero assistance. I told him today that David and I will come get him, take him wherever he needs to go. No, he says. I asked him to fly back with us and stay with us until he can get back home. No, to that as well. He's very strong-willed and determined, even if going only a few miles a day, to get to his bus station. He says he'll get there on his terms, and he will. I've know him many years, and this is how his mind and body works. I don't take offense to his refusal of assistance, as I understand it very well. He has no time constraints, no family waiting or work responsibilities, so he slowly gets to where he needs to go......now very slowly. His appetite is poor, he cannot tolerate the heat of the day, etc. Its only cold drinks (not warm) that he can tolerate. It's excruciating to watch and hear. But he's resilient, and will get himself there and stop, so that he can heal and get better. It's hard to understand his actions at times, but as endurance folks, it's what we set our minds to - and then do. Especially if there's no one else telling you otherwise. Bad decisions can even seem okay. The desire to make a certain goal is strong. Many times, stronger than our bodies. As I've mentioned before though, this is why he can get across the US. Sheer Determination. Unfortunately, his body has told him otherwise, and he'll go home and recoup. I'll be relieved to know when he gets on that bus! As each day passes, hearing his pain is heartbreaking. I will support his decisions, as I know he would - and does- all my decisions. He's my brother, and I want him to be okay.
Last night, I unpacked my cart. I discarded items no longer needed, and organized what I will be flying back home with. My most interesting thing I'm taking back with me, are the wheels from my cart. They are indestructible, and priceless. My cart is beat up, and had been modified (this crossing) to accommodate a storage box, etc. Which means without wheels and with those modifications, it's not very usable at all. There is a dumpster around here somewhere for its final resting place. I had gotten it off CraigsList for $25.00, and was proud to use it for this event. It served me well. But I'm taking the wheels home.....so when I want to go again.....well, you know. Those wheels will go on my "next" cart.
Unknowingly, yesterday, I would be stopping in a town that has everything. I mean every store under the sun. There was even a Whole Foods!! And within a short walking distance from this (very nice) Super 8, is the Connecticut Post Mall. This mall has a Target in it! Seriously, how did this happen? God is good. He's plopped me in a perfect scenario of gathering what I need to head home. He's put my heart at ease, His Will be done. I could not have planned this any better, as it wasn't me in charge. I know that my faith has lead me to this place and moment, and He's at my side to supply what I need. And has been, the whole way here, and will continue to be in my life. I am so grateful.
I did walk to Target last night, and bought a tote (to transport my wheels in, on the plane), a new pair of shorts and a top, and a new backpack I couldn't resist. It will replace the backpack that I had on the front of my cart displaying my intentions (walk/run) so that people would know there is NO baby in this cart, and what I'm doing. It made a huge difference, as only once did the police "check on me". I did so many things different on this crossing, and it made it more enjoyable and easy. Getting up everyday to go 30-40 miles is hard on your body, so to have a system in place to support that well, was key. It spurs me to know that if/when I tackle this adventure again, it doesn't have to be hard.
David's flight will get in this morning, and I'm about 65 miles away from LaGuardia airport. I asked the Front Desk guy if I could check out at 12, instead of 11 am today (so I won't have to tote my things elsewhere) and can wait here for him. The Front Desk guy said, "How's 12:30 sound?". My eyes almost teared up, as I'm already fragile. I thanked him, and said "Yes, that's wonderful!". God is good.
The sun is shining, it's about 67 degrees, and is the most comfortable weather you could ask for. I opened my motel window to let the fresh air in, and await my loving husband. It would be so easy for me to get to the airport, and not have David take the trouble to come all the way to NY. But whats interesting is, I know that this is a mission we are on together. And David is always 110% on board. And him not coming out here just wasn't an option. That's my baby, always there for me. Always.
I'll take him to Chipotle when he gets here. And cry again, just like I did when I left him 24 days ago.
All my best,
Cyndi
John is back in Branford, as he wasn't able to make our final destination of Milford yesterday. He really wanted to, but his body did not allow it. He will continue, slowly, toward the bus station of his choosing. I say that, because I've tried to get him to stop, or take a taxi, go to a earlier bus station, or many variations of those things. But he says 'no' every time. He allows zero assistance. I told him today that David and I will come get him, take him wherever he needs to go. No, he says. I asked him to fly back with us and stay with us until he can get back home. No, to that as well. He's very strong-willed and determined, even if going only a few miles a day, to get to his bus station. He says he'll get there on his terms, and he will. I've know him many years, and this is how his mind and body works. I don't take offense to his refusal of assistance, as I understand it very well. He has no time constraints, no family waiting or work responsibilities, so he slowly gets to where he needs to go......now very slowly. His appetite is poor, he cannot tolerate the heat of the day, etc. Its only cold drinks (not warm) that he can tolerate. It's excruciating to watch and hear. But he's resilient, and will get himself there and stop, so that he can heal and get better. It's hard to understand his actions at times, but as endurance folks, it's what we set our minds to - and then do. Especially if there's no one else telling you otherwise. Bad decisions can even seem okay. The desire to make a certain goal is strong. Many times, stronger than our bodies. As I've mentioned before though, this is why he can get across the US. Sheer Determination. Unfortunately, his body has told him otherwise, and he'll go home and recoup. I'll be relieved to know when he gets on that bus! As each day passes, hearing his pain is heartbreaking. I will support his decisions, as I know he would - and does- all my decisions. He's my brother, and I want him to be okay.
Last night, I unpacked my cart. I discarded items no longer needed, and organized what I will be flying back home with. My most interesting thing I'm taking back with me, are the wheels from my cart. They are indestructible, and priceless. My cart is beat up, and had been modified (this crossing) to accommodate a storage box, etc. Which means without wheels and with those modifications, it's not very usable at all. There is a dumpster around here somewhere for its final resting place. I had gotten it off CraigsList for $25.00, and was proud to use it for this event. It served me well. But I'm taking the wheels home.....so when I want to go again.....well, you know. Those wheels will go on my "next" cart.
Unknowingly, yesterday, I would be stopping in a town that has everything. I mean every store under the sun. There was even a Whole Foods!! And within a short walking distance from this (very nice) Super 8, is the Connecticut Post Mall. This mall has a Target in it! Seriously, how did this happen? God is good. He's plopped me in a perfect scenario of gathering what I need to head home. He's put my heart at ease, His Will be done. I could not have planned this any better, as it wasn't me in charge. I know that my faith has lead me to this place and moment, and He's at my side to supply what I need. And has been, the whole way here, and will continue to be in my life. I am so grateful.
I did walk to Target last night, and bought a tote (to transport my wheels in, on the plane), a new pair of shorts and a top, and a new backpack I couldn't resist. It will replace the backpack that I had on the front of my cart displaying my intentions (walk/run) so that people would know there is NO baby in this cart, and what I'm doing. It made a huge difference, as only once did the police "check on me". I did so many things different on this crossing, and it made it more enjoyable and easy. Getting up everyday to go 30-40 miles is hard on your body, so to have a system in place to support that well, was key. It spurs me to know that if/when I tackle this adventure again, it doesn't have to be hard.
David's flight will get in this morning, and I'm about 65 miles away from LaGuardia airport. I asked the Front Desk guy if I could check out at 12, instead of 11 am today (so I won't have to tote my things elsewhere) and can wait here for him. The Front Desk guy said, "How's 12:30 sound?". My eyes almost teared up, as I'm already fragile. I thanked him, and said "Yes, that's wonderful!". God is good.
The sun is shining, it's about 67 degrees, and is the most comfortable weather you could ask for. I opened my motel window to let the fresh air in, and await my loving husband. It would be so easy for me to get to the airport, and not have David take the trouble to come all the way to NY. But whats interesting is, I know that this is a mission we are on together. And David is always 110% on board. And him not coming out here just wasn't an option. That's my baby, always there for me. Always.
I'll take him to Chipotle when he gets here. And cry again, just like I did when I left him 24 days ago.
All my best,
Cyndi
Wednesday, August 23, 2017
Day 23 - Milford, please
As the rain fell throughout the night, I awoke in a cute motel room, still with the soft sound of sprinkling raindrops. As the rains cleansed everything outdoors, it seemed a metaphor for my own feelings. The sadness and misfortunes I had felt, now seemed silly. In the whole grand scheme of my life, this has been a blessing. Seeing things I've not seen, going places I've never been, but mostly it was about the realization that not everything is going to be as I imagine it to be. There is no place in this process for pity party's or regret. I'll happily take what I've been given, and move forward. There's so many opportunities in front of me. But before I get to those, I take a look back at the last 23 days.
What I knew in my mind before I flew out to Maine, was that no journey of this type is ever the same. And how true that would turn out to be. My main take away for myself personally, was my ability to manage my needs better, then I had on my previous West/East crossing. This has enabled me, for the last three weeks to be able to relax, breathe, and enjoy myself so much more. In essence, this trip has wiped the slate clean for the cumbersome and time-consuming things I had done on my previous trip. I wanted this trip to be easier, so that I could enjoy it more. It could be that I had just gotten a little older, and handle things differently. I did make a concerted effort this time, to not focus on those many tedious efforts from before, but rather to focus on what was going on around me. For me personally, that is my biggest Takeaway. To not get hyper-focused on the little details that don't really matter, but instead, look around and relish life. This is something that I will keep with me in my daily life. A gentle reminder always in my pocket.
I also have a new appreciation for the New England states. Their beauty, the people, the beaches, the vast Atlantic Ocean, and the plentiful shoulder on Route 1. I've honed my camping skills, I'm great at finding secret places to sleep, and my ability to eat banana and peanut butter for multiple meals a day is a plus. I may not have found quesadillas a common denominator in this area, but I did substitute grill cheeses, and found that to be an excellent option I've never really explored.
As my mind is making the shift from the road to back home tomorrow, I can't help but think of the many things that I want to do there. There's always a 1000 things to do on the farm, but the first item on my agenda is to go love on every animal. I may even sleep in the barn. I look forward to Lauren's visit to Texas in September, as I'll be there to see her. And just getting back into a regular day-to-day routine will be a privilege. No matter where I am - on the road or at home - life is good. So it's a win win situation.
I also look forward to John getting back home and getting himself settled as well. There's comfort in that, probably for both of us. As for my plans tomorrow? I made the decision to not go the miles in the morning, despite what my ultrarunner self says to do. Instead, I'm going to unpack my cart, get cleaned up, maybe even sleep in, and have coffee with my breakfast. I'll be ready to hop in the car when David arrives, and we are going to enjoy the day in New York until our flight later tomorrow evening. It will be like a date in New York, for the day. Yep, who am I, you ask? My internal self fights a battle to want to go run those miles. But I'm going to go somewhere new tomorrow, new to me. Happiness is not the finish line. It's the journey, and part of my journey will be spending the day tomorrow, with my sweet husband who came all the way from Texas to come and find me, and take me back home. My heart is filled with excitement to be able to hug his neck.
This partial crossing feels more like a vacation then anything else. I've chosen today to go off Route 1, here and there, and go into the towns, look at the shops, and eat yummy food. The weatherman not only predicted my mood, but my day today by saying the rain will clear to bring a beautiful sunny comfortable day. Not too hot, not too cold. Just right. What more could I want for my last day?
Thanks for being with me, supporting me, and loving me through this journey.
It's not over yet, close, but not yet,
Cyndi
What I knew in my mind before I flew out to Maine, was that no journey of this type is ever the same. And how true that would turn out to be. My main take away for myself personally, was my ability to manage my needs better, then I had on my previous West/East crossing. This has enabled me, for the last three weeks to be able to relax, breathe, and enjoy myself so much more. In essence, this trip has wiped the slate clean for the cumbersome and time-consuming things I had done on my previous trip. I wanted this trip to be easier, so that I could enjoy it more. It could be that I had just gotten a little older, and handle things differently. I did make a concerted effort this time, to not focus on those many tedious efforts from before, but rather to focus on what was going on around me. For me personally, that is my biggest Takeaway. To not get hyper-focused on the little details that don't really matter, but instead, look around and relish life. This is something that I will keep with me in my daily life. A gentle reminder always in my pocket.
I also have a new appreciation for the New England states. Their beauty, the people, the beaches, the vast Atlantic Ocean, and the plentiful shoulder on Route 1. I've honed my camping skills, I'm great at finding secret places to sleep, and my ability to eat banana and peanut butter for multiple meals a day is a plus. I may not have found quesadillas a common denominator in this area, but I did substitute grill cheeses, and found that to be an excellent option I've never really explored.
As my mind is making the shift from the road to back home tomorrow, I can't help but think of the many things that I want to do there. There's always a 1000 things to do on the farm, but the first item on my agenda is to go love on every animal. I may even sleep in the barn. I look forward to Lauren's visit to Texas in September, as I'll be there to see her. And just getting back into a regular day-to-day routine will be a privilege. No matter where I am - on the road or at home - life is good. So it's a win win situation.
I also look forward to John getting back home and getting himself settled as well. There's comfort in that, probably for both of us. As for my plans tomorrow? I made the decision to not go the miles in the morning, despite what my ultrarunner self says to do. Instead, I'm going to unpack my cart, get cleaned up, maybe even sleep in, and have coffee with my breakfast. I'll be ready to hop in the car when David arrives, and we are going to enjoy the day in New York until our flight later tomorrow evening. It will be like a date in New York, for the day. Yep, who am I, you ask? My internal self fights a battle to want to go run those miles. But I'm going to go somewhere new tomorrow, new to me. Happiness is not the finish line. It's the journey, and part of my journey will be spending the day tomorrow, with my sweet husband who came all the way from Texas to come and find me, and take me back home. My heart is filled with excitement to be able to hug his neck.
This partial crossing feels more like a vacation then anything else. I've chosen today to go off Route 1, here and there, and go into the towns, look at the shops, and eat yummy food. The weatherman not only predicted my mood, but my day today by saying the rain will clear to bring a beautiful sunny comfortable day. Not too hot, not too cold. Just right. What more could I want for my last day?
Thanks for being with me, supporting me, and loving me through this journey.
It's not over yet, close, but not yet,
Cyndi
Tuesday, August 22, 2017
Day 22 - The Plan
I feel like a broken record. I say it most days, "That was my favorite day!". Then, I realized that I do love most every day. It's like falling in love over and over. Today is no exception, as the 30-something miles to Clinton, CT was spectacular. I saw the Atlantic Ocean off and on all day, and when I didn't see it, I smelt the beach smells, watched the excitement of the tourist in their beach attire, and passed marina's full of boats. It never rained, although cloudy off and on, which is a nice bonus. I crossed enormous bridges, with convenient pedestrian paths. As I pass through each town along the way, they each have their own personality. In a car, I may not recognize it, but on foot, I see and feel it. New London? Quaint, but only near the water, Waterford? A nice regular town with the convenience of a variety of stores, Old Lyme? Prefers their local people, Old Saybrook? (my favorite of the day) welcomes tourists and caters to most anything you'd like to have, with upscale Inn's and fancy Cabins along the water/beaches, Westbrook? the step sister town with very little tourists opportunities, and not happy to have you passing through, and then my destination, Clinton. I'm staying at the Clinton Motel, just as you come in town. It's a nice, small, 18 room, single story, older motel. They have updated (at least) my room, and I imagine the others as well. There's no furniture or mattresses, except in the motel rooms. It's very clean and tidy! The lady who checked me in immediately recognized me. "I've see you several times today. On my way to work, when I ran errands earlier, and now your here. That was fast!". She had quite a few questions, and then wanted to give me a discount because "I've worked so hard today ". She provided me cold water, and sent me to my room to clean up and rest. I will do that. The room she assigned me has a king bed in it, an updated bathroom, and what I thought was a cute comforter. It's as if I'm staying in someone's Guest Room. I like it. I shower and unpack a bit, getting my things ready for tomorrow. The plan will be to get to Milford, and we have motel reservations at the Super 8 there. It will be another 30-something mile day. Even though John is not feeling well, his 2 mile/hour pace gets him here eventually, and he's just fine with that. He knows he'll be stopping soon. I hesitate to discuss his health issues as it doesn't seem appropriate. Between being a nurse, and HIPPA rules I live by, I will leave his personal information out. He plans on making it to the bus station himself. That's John. I offered him a ride when I do leave too, and he will not take it. He will get there on his own, and I know that about him. He accepts very little assistance from anyone, and figures things out on his own. It's just his personality, which makes him a perfect US crossing partner. But this trip has not served him well. He knows he can't finish, but really wants to touch into NY. His desire to hold true to that goal, and his determination under difficult conditions inspires me. I respect him for being able to say he needs to stop this crossing, and take care of himself.
So with that said, here's the plan, at least for me:
David wants to fly out, rent a car, and come pluck me off the side of the road. Then, we fly back home together. This will happen Thursday, assuming he can find me. Just kidding. Fugitive Cyndi will show herself. I could turn my satellite device off and make it a game. He wouldn't like that. I know, I could get to the airport myself and fly back home, similar to John going to the bus station. But David is making it easy for me, to get me there himself. It does almost sound like he would need to come get me, or I would keep making up excuses on why I need to go "just a little further". I might say something like: I accidentally passed NY, I'll go ahead and head to Philly. Okay, im not going to do that, and Fugitive Cyndi will be so happy when she sees her sweet husband!
So your next question is this: Will you run/walk on Thurday, or stay put and await your ride? I haven't decided, but I will either 1) Stay in Milford and wait for him to drive there from the airport, and pick me up, or 2) get up EARLY Thursday morning and run/walk to the NY line. It would be close to 40 miles, but I would give it a try before David gets to me from the LaGuardia airport. And then have him meet me there, just inside the NY state line. They are both great options! I think I'll decide tomorrow night, after I get settled in Milford.
As I enjoy my evening, I think about how pretty the Atlantic Coast is, and how all this is right here for everyone to enjoy. Why have I not thought about vacationing up here?! I'm so lucky to have seen all these New England states, and throughly enjoyed them all.
As my time winds down up here, I'm allowing myself to get excited about what's to come at home. As unexpected as it is that I'm heading home early, I'm making lists of things (in my head) I want to do around the farm. Lauren is coming to Texas in Sept, and I'll get to see her after all now! Who knew?!
I appreciate my family looking out for my best interest, and voting for my safety first, over adventure. Because I may not be the most responsible one in the group, and certainly could be considered a risk-taker of sorts. I have a lot of love to be grateful for. And as I've mentioned before, my future-self will thank me. But it's hard to see into that crystal ball right now.
Thanks for continuing to support me, and I'm going to see what else Connecticut has to offer, before I head out of here on Thursday. I'm really looking forward to seeing David! Good thing I have him to look out for my best interest. He's my everything, my love and my forever cheerleader.
Let's enjoy a little more first,
Cyndi
So with that said, here's the plan, at least for me:
David wants to fly out, rent a car, and come pluck me off the side of the road. Then, we fly back home together. This will happen Thursday, assuming he can find me. Just kidding. Fugitive Cyndi will show herself. I could turn my satellite device off and make it a game. He wouldn't like that. I know, I could get to the airport myself and fly back home, similar to John going to the bus station. But David is making it easy for me, to get me there himself. It does almost sound like he would need to come get me, or I would keep making up excuses on why I need to go "just a little further". I might say something like: I accidentally passed NY, I'll go ahead and head to Philly. Okay, im not going to do that, and Fugitive Cyndi will be so happy when she sees her sweet husband!
So your next question is this: Will you run/walk on Thurday, or stay put and await your ride? I haven't decided, but I will either 1) Stay in Milford and wait for him to drive there from the airport, and pick me up, or 2) get up EARLY Thursday morning and run/walk to the NY line. It would be close to 40 miles, but I would give it a try before David gets to me from the LaGuardia airport. And then have him meet me there, just inside the NY state line. They are both great options! I think I'll decide tomorrow night, after I get settled in Milford.
As I enjoy my evening, I think about how pretty the Atlantic Coast is, and how all this is right here for everyone to enjoy. Why have I not thought about vacationing up here?! I'm so lucky to have seen all these New England states, and throughly enjoyed them all.
As my time winds down up here, I'm allowing myself to get excited about what's to come at home. As unexpected as it is that I'm heading home early, I'm making lists of things (in my head) I want to do around the farm. Lauren is coming to Texas in Sept, and I'll get to see her after all now! Who knew?!
I appreciate my family looking out for my best interest, and voting for my safety first, over adventure. Because I may not be the most responsible one in the group, and certainly could be considered a risk-taker of sorts. I have a lot of love to be grateful for. And as I've mentioned before, my future-self will thank me. But it's hard to see into that crystal ball right now.
Thanks for continuing to support me, and I'm going to see what else Connecticut has to offer, before I head out of here on Thursday. I'm really looking forward to seeing David! Good thing I have him to look out for my best interest. He's my everything, my love and my forever cheerleader.
Let's enjoy a little more first,
Cyndi
Day 22 - To Clinton, CT
I awoke in my room at the Hampton Inn this morning, to what would seem like the most normal hotel stay I've had yet. I will get to go downstairs and have coffee with my banana and peanut butter. My clothes are all clean, and I'm ready to move down the road today. The first challenge will be to find the pedestrian bridge to cross the Gold Memorial Bridge over the Thames river. This bridge is actually two bridges, composed of a north and south span. The south span has a pedestrian and bike portion, and it's just a matter of finding that entrance to it this morning in the dark. My Maps app keeps telling me to go around, and acts like I can't go across the bridge. I did Google it, and talked to some local people to know that I will be able to cross it on foot.
I'll leave the comfort of my hotel room, and head out the door in the dark. The sun is normally coming up by now, but the clouds are keeping it dark. I have my lights, both flashlight and blinking light ready and going. I head down the sidewalk toward I95 where it has joined Route 1 and begin trying to figure out how to get to the pedestrian bridge. Is it above? Below the car bridge? It's so dark I can't really tell. I'm going back-and-forth on Bridge Street, looking for the so-called little pathway that will take me to the pedestrian portion. After I've passed by the little green sign that says 'To Pedestrian Bridge' three times unknowingly, I finally see it after the third time. I was happy and relieved, to say the least. Now it's time to go get up on that bridge and get across to New London. That was a large river, and very busy down below. I made it to the other side, zigzag'd through New London and got back to Route 1. I have two more bridges today, that supposedly have pedestrian paths on them as Route 1 will join I95 at those junctions. I heard there is a ferry option around that area too, but I'm hoping just to be able to get across the bridges on my own.
John made his final plans on how he will walk to the bus station that he is choosing. We will both be making it into New York - or close to New York - before we both head off the road. I have spent the last day or two thinking about this moment. I've come to realize how fortunate I have been to be able to see the New England states up close and personal. I am at peace with heading back home as well, with no regrets. It's interesting, because after a couple of weeks on the road, the homesickness subsides, and a new strong survival instinct kicks in. You are able to push aside those feelings of missing home, and focus on making it day to day. There's so much to do to take care of yourself, route planning, watching for turns/detours, sleeping/camp/motel planning, among a myriad of other things you never expect to encounter. So as I have moved through these different stages over the last 22 days, I learned many new things each and every day. It makes you realize how strong and resilient we are as humans, and clearly see the instinctual kindness of human beings.
I notice as I move down the road today, I'm not in any hurry, even more so than on any other day. Today, I just want to enjoy the day, enjoy what's around me, and just let myself take my time. This is gorgeous country, and I have no certain time I have to be to Clinton today. It's as if I'm out on a walk, with never ending beauty, and no responsibility whatsoever. I'm just going to take time to breathe.
Happy Day!!
Cyndi
I'll leave the comfort of my hotel room, and head out the door in the dark. The sun is normally coming up by now, but the clouds are keeping it dark. I have my lights, both flashlight and blinking light ready and going. I head down the sidewalk toward I95 where it has joined Route 1 and begin trying to figure out how to get to the pedestrian bridge. Is it above? Below the car bridge? It's so dark I can't really tell. I'm going back-and-forth on Bridge Street, looking for the so-called little pathway that will take me to the pedestrian portion. After I've passed by the little green sign that says 'To Pedestrian Bridge' three times unknowingly, I finally see it after the third time. I was happy and relieved, to say the least. Now it's time to go get up on that bridge and get across to New London. That was a large river, and very busy down below. I made it to the other side, zigzag'd through New London and got back to Route 1. I have two more bridges today, that supposedly have pedestrian paths on them as Route 1 will join I95 at those junctions. I heard there is a ferry option around that area too, but I'm hoping just to be able to get across the bridges on my own.
John made his final plans on how he will walk to the bus station that he is choosing. We will both be making it into New York - or close to New York - before we both head off the road. I have spent the last day or two thinking about this moment. I've come to realize how fortunate I have been to be able to see the New England states up close and personal. I am at peace with heading back home as well, with no regrets. It's interesting, because after a couple of weeks on the road, the homesickness subsides, and a new strong survival instinct kicks in. You are able to push aside those feelings of missing home, and focus on making it day to day. There's so much to do to take care of yourself, route planning, watching for turns/detours, sleeping/camp/motel planning, among a myriad of other things you never expect to encounter. So as I have moved through these different stages over the last 22 days, I learned many new things each and every day. It makes you realize how strong and resilient we are as humans, and clearly see the instinctual kindness of human beings.
I notice as I move down the road today, I'm not in any hurry, even more so than on any other day. Today, I just want to enjoy the day, enjoy what's around me, and just let myself take my time. This is gorgeous country, and I have no certain time I have to be to Clinton today. It's as if I'm out on a walk, with never ending beauty, and no responsibility whatsoever. I'm just going to take time to breathe.
Happy Day!!
Cyndi
Monday, August 21, 2017
Day 21 Evening of change
Leaving the camp site this morning was interesting, as the State Park is truly off Route 1, but tucked back, well way back, nicely. Off course, I'll say. So after a little walk back to Route 1, I was on my way. Today was going to be extra special, as we make our way into Connecticut. Closer to a bus station for John. John is fiercely independent. He's been single his whole life, and relies on no one but himself. Even going maybe 2 miles an hour now, he insists on getting to a bus station on-foot. Sure, he could get a taxi. He would never do that, if you knew him, you would know it's not even an option. He'll get there, on-foot, in a few more days and will be heading out on a bus. I'll be flying back home, likely Thursday. Until then, I keep moving.
I found Connecticut to be very similar to RI! People here would probably beg to differ, but it continues to be gorgeous, green and lush. I enjoyed the day, relaxed, as I went through Westerly, Mystic and into Groton. The weather was mild and quite warm, but with a short day, and stopping to eat a nice sit-down lunch, I rolled in and headed to my motel, The Hilltop Express Inn. I had booked it online and it boosted of 24 hour front desk, breakfast included and sounded really nice. This is where the scary noises should be playing. Dun, dun duuuuuunnnnn. I first noticed the sign out front had a sign over it. Like it was a Howard Johnson or something, and now a temporary sign covers that, announcing The Hilltop Express Inn. I look up at the motel, and there's building materials ALL over the front porch. Okay, they are renovating it, no problem. I get to the front door and it's unlocked. A note on a post-it says "Check In at 3pm". Okay again, I'm early, so I'll just wait here and do a few things. I'll charge my devices, make my sun tea with my gallon of water I had just bought (I put a few tea bags in it, and let it sit outside for an hour or two.). While this is occurring, I'm inside the Front Office. It's not a Front Office really, it's torn up. Walls are being knocked down, lumber stacks everywhere, everything is covered in saw dust. There's what looks to be a make-shift breakfast area, with the toaster on the floor, plugged into a random outlet. There's more sawdust inside the toaster as well. What is happening? Where am I? This place can't possibly be open. I called the number I could find, and a man with English as his third language (for real), tries to tell me "no check in til 3". I tell him I'll wait here. He doesn't seem to understand anything I say. He hangs up frustrated with me, and I'm so confused. There's ONE truck in the parking lot, and one lone worker-man down the first floor hall, at the end, sawing/cutting something. I never see him, only hear him. There's a huge plastic sheet hanging to block the view of where the rooms really are, down that hall. It's like a bomb went off down the hall. I walk up the stairs thinking that's where the rooms are that he rents. He's already fixed those up, I'm sure. I go up there, and there's mattresses everywhere! No one is there whatsoever. I go back downstairs and wait for this man to arrive and will see if there's really a place for me to stay here tonight. He's got all my credit card data online already, and I hate to pay somewhere else again. Now it's 3:30 pm and no man. I call and there's no answer. It's getting creepier by the minute. I can't stay here, this is all terribly wrong. I find a piece of paper, write him a note, asking him to cancel my reservation and not charge me. Who knows what will come of that?! I call my bank and explain what just happened, so we can be watching in case he tries to charge my card. But now, I don't even care about that anymore, as I need to find a place to stay. I start looking around the area and find a Hampton Inn 2 miles away. I make a reservation as I'm walking to it. Success! I text John and tell him to do the same, and what had happened at the crazy motel.
If there's ever an opposite thing happen to me, it's this motel/hotel situation today. I stepped into the Hampton Inn, and smelled fresh cookies. There's coffee 24/7, and dinner of veggie lasagna is free to all guests. They have laundry facilities, and life is normal again. I was in the twilight zone at the Hilltop Express Inn earlier. I've not heard from anyone there, and feel creepy about the whole experience. Almost like it was a joke.
As I plan my day tomorrow, it looks like rain. The destination will be Clinton, CT and I'll be crossing the Gold Memorial Bridge in the morning, heading into New London. I've heard wonderful things about that town. Total mileage will be just over 30 miles, so I hope the rain is not too bad.
I did all my laundry, then made John give me his, and went and threw his in the wash after mine. I thought mine stunk....
Goodnight for now,
Cyndi
I found Connecticut to be very similar to RI! People here would probably beg to differ, but it continues to be gorgeous, green and lush. I enjoyed the day, relaxed, as I went through Westerly, Mystic and into Groton. The weather was mild and quite warm, but with a short day, and stopping to eat a nice sit-down lunch, I rolled in and headed to my motel, The Hilltop Express Inn. I had booked it online and it boosted of 24 hour front desk, breakfast included and sounded really nice. This is where the scary noises should be playing. Dun, dun duuuuuunnnnn. I first noticed the sign out front had a sign over it. Like it was a Howard Johnson or something, and now a temporary sign covers that, announcing The Hilltop Express Inn. I look up at the motel, and there's building materials ALL over the front porch. Okay, they are renovating it, no problem. I get to the front door and it's unlocked. A note on a post-it says "Check In at 3pm". Okay again, I'm early, so I'll just wait here and do a few things. I'll charge my devices, make my sun tea with my gallon of water I had just bought (I put a few tea bags in it, and let it sit outside for an hour or two.). While this is occurring, I'm inside the Front Office. It's not a Front Office really, it's torn up. Walls are being knocked down, lumber stacks everywhere, everything is covered in saw dust. There's what looks to be a make-shift breakfast area, with the toaster on the floor, plugged into a random outlet. There's more sawdust inside the toaster as well. What is happening? Where am I? This place can't possibly be open. I called the number I could find, and a man with English as his third language (for real), tries to tell me "no check in til 3". I tell him I'll wait here. He doesn't seem to understand anything I say. He hangs up frustrated with me, and I'm so confused. There's ONE truck in the parking lot, and one lone worker-man down the first floor hall, at the end, sawing/cutting something. I never see him, only hear him. There's a huge plastic sheet hanging to block the view of where the rooms really are, down that hall. It's like a bomb went off down the hall. I walk up the stairs thinking that's where the rooms are that he rents. He's already fixed those up, I'm sure. I go up there, and there's mattresses everywhere! No one is there whatsoever. I go back downstairs and wait for this man to arrive and will see if there's really a place for me to stay here tonight. He's got all my credit card data online already, and I hate to pay somewhere else again. Now it's 3:30 pm and no man. I call and there's no answer. It's getting creepier by the minute. I can't stay here, this is all terribly wrong. I find a piece of paper, write him a note, asking him to cancel my reservation and not charge me. Who knows what will come of that?! I call my bank and explain what just happened, so we can be watching in case he tries to charge my card. But now, I don't even care about that anymore, as I need to find a place to stay. I start looking around the area and find a Hampton Inn 2 miles away. I make a reservation as I'm walking to it. Success! I text John and tell him to do the same, and what had happened at the crazy motel.
If there's ever an opposite thing happen to me, it's this motel/hotel situation today. I stepped into the Hampton Inn, and smelled fresh cookies. There's coffee 24/7, and dinner of veggie lasagna is free to all guests. They have laundry facilities, and life is normal again. I was in the twilight zone at the Hilltop Express Inn earlier. I've not heard from anyone there, and feel creepy about the whole experience. Almost like it was a joke.
As I plan my day tomorrow, it looks like rain. The destination will be Clinton, CT and I'll be crossing the Gold Memorial Bridge in the morning, heading into New London. I've heard wonderful things about that town. Total mileage will be just over 30 miles, so I hope the rain is not too bad.
I did all my laundry, then made John give me his, and went and threw his in the wash after mine. I thought mine stunk....
Goodnight for now,
Cyndi
Day 21 - The Truth about State Parks
Among many things, this journey has taught me how to be a better camper. Last night at the Burlingame State Park, I know my set-up inside and out. I'll sleep on the picnic table, on my yoga mat, in my sleeping bag, inside my bivy sack. This is the best-ever bivy sack I've had. It keeps my sleeping bag - and me - dry. When you awake in the morning at the campground, generally things are moist. Between the humidity, condensation and morning dew, things are just damp. My bivy sack is my protector.
Campgrounds: I know many of you have camped many times. I am not an experience camper, and have learned what to expect in state parks versus private campgrounds. First, there's a price difference, and at state parks, you can almost guarantee you're going to pay for a shower. No big deal, as it's well worth it It is significantly cheaper to stay at a state park. I noticed the KOA's start now at about $65 a night. They have every amenity that you could possibly imagine, so it is a nice alternative to a motel/hotel. The main difference I've noted is the enforcement of the park rules. The private campgrounds don't mess around. They enforce quiet hours, along with all their personal campground rules, and they have no problem asking anyone to leave, if they deem that necessary. The state parks? Well, the Rangers do come around to check on things, yet enforcement of the rules seem inconsistent and at their discretion. I do enjoy both the public and private campground experience, and find both of them very safe and conducive to the needs of the people. You can only expect so much at a campground. There's typically not any luxury involved, and we all know it when we go camping.That's why we're camping, and I've grown to love it more and more. The bug bites, spiders in the shower, and dogs barking are all part of the ambience. All that fades away as you lay in your sleeping bag and look up at the sky, through the trees to see the thousands of stars. They are there for your pleasure all night long.
As I awaken dry and refreshed, my attitude is refreshed as well. I've made a decision that my future self will thank me for. It's not always easy to recognize it at the time, but there's meaning in all of this. I realize the greatest tragedy would be to have this experience, and miss the meaning. I'm determined to not miss the meaning, and hope to share what it is. Sometimes it's not readily apparent, but becomes clear with time. For now, I can tell you that the courage it takes to say "I need to stop" by John is profound. It sounds easier than it is. Making sound decisions in the mist of a great adventure is precarious. Self doubt and contemplation take over. What is really best seems blurry. I respect John for taking care of himself and knowing his boundaries. I can certainly learn from him in that regard.
Today will be a short day, of about 23 miles to Groton. A motel is in our future, and it will be a nice day to enjoy the road, the food, the weather, AND the State of Connecticut!! The comfort of a motel will be a bonus to all that. I could stand to do a load of laundry, but if not, I'm just going to get sweaty again tomorrow. In the grand scheme of things it's not a huge priority. It's a want rather than a need.
I'm coming into Westerly now, and will go to the grocery store here to buy some fruit, and stash it in my cart. That always makes me smile, too. The sun has risen, the sky is clear, and everyone is busy driving to work. I am so blessed to be where I am, coming up to Connecticut. I've never been here. I feel like I'm in fourth grade again, learning how to spell state names, what their capitals are, and learning about their history. Never a dull moment! The one thing I haven't mastered, is how to say the state of 'Massachusetts. I mispronounce it every time, and am corrected with, "The last syllable of it is NOT 'shits'". (Sorry to have to use that word in my blog!) I'll keep practicing.
Happy Monday!
Cyndi
Campgrounds: I know many of you have camped many times. I am not an experience camper, and have learned what to expect in state parks versus private campgrounds. First, there's a price difference, and at state parks, you can almost guarantee you're going to pay for a shower. No big deal, as it's well worth it It is significantly cheaper to stay at a state park. I noticed the KOA's start now at about $65 a night. They have every amenity that you could possibly imagine, so it is a nice alternative to a motel/hotel. The main difference I've noted is the enforcement of the park rules. The private campgrounds don't mess around. They enforce quiet hours, along with all their personal campground rules, and they have no problem asking anyone to leave, if they deem that necessary. The state parks? Well, the Rangers do come around to check on things, yet enforcement of the rules seem inconsistent and at their discretion. I do enjoy both the public and private campground experience, and find both of them very safe and conducive to the needs of the people. You can only expect so much at a campground. There's typically not any luxury involved, and we all know it when we go camping.That's why we're camping, and I've grown to love it more and more. The bug bites, spiders in the shower, and dogs barking are all part of the ambience. All that fades away as you lay in your sleeping bag and look up at the sky, through the trees to see the thousands of stars. They are there for your pleasure all night long.
As I awaken dry and refreshed, my attitude is refreshed as well. I've made a decision that my future self will thank me for. It's not always easy to recognize it at the time, but there's meaning in all of this. I realize the greatest tragedy would be to have this experience, and miss the meaning. I'm determined to not miss the meaning, and hope to share what it is. Sometimes it's not readily apparent, but becomes clear with time. For now, I can tell you that the courage it takes to say "I need to stop" by John is profound. It sounds easier than it is. Making sound decisions in the mist of a great adventure is precarious. Self doubt and contemplation take over. What is really best seems blurry. I respect John for taking care of himself and knowing his boundaries. I can certainly learn from him in that regard.
Today will be a short day, of about 23 miles to Groton. A motel is in our future, and it will be a nice day to enjoy the road, the food, the weather, AND the State of Connecticut!! The comfort of a motel will be a bonus to all that. I could stand to do a load of laundry, but if not, I'm just going to get sweaty again tomorrow. In the grand scheme of things it's not a huge priority. It's a want rather than a need.
I'm coming into Westerly now, and will go to the grocery store here to buy some fruit, and stash it in my cart. That always makes me smile, too. The sun has risen, the sky is clear, and everyone is busy driving to work. I am so blessed to be where I am, coming up to Connecticut. I've never been here. I feel like I'm in fourth grade again, learning how to spell state names, what their capitals are, and learning about their history. Never a dull moment! The one thing I haven't mastered, is how to say the state of 'Massachusetts. I mispronounce it every time, and am corrected with, "The last syllable of it is NOT 'shits'". (Sorry to have to use that word in my blog!) I'll keep practicing.
Happy Monday!
Cyndi
Sunday, August 20, 2017
The Promise I Made
Back Story: As many of you know, my last US crossing from West to East on US60 was completed mostly on my own. The real exception to that was that John was a day or two behind me (30-60 miles at any given time, give or take some). This occurred first, due to us getting separated in a rain storm. Then, he had cart issues (front wheel) and encouraged me to keep moving forward. I did, and all was well overall, with him still out on the road, but just in different towns at night/morning. We communicated daily and knew where each was at any given time. The problem? I had committed to my family (prior to that crossing) to stay in proximity to my running partner, for safety reasons and to decrease my families worry. I did not abide by that promise and completed the crossing on my own. John did finish as well, 2 days later. Success!
Fast forward to this crossing: I made that same commitment and promise to my family, and pinkie swore, to really stay with my running partner this time. Really, I will! If he stays back, I stay back as well. John and I will set our own pace during the day, but our nightly destinations will be the same. Every night, I guaranteed. Just once so far in these 20 days, John stopped before our arranged destination, due to not feeling well. But we did sync up the next day. I kept to my commitment and promise to be as safe as possible. And having someone else there, esp at night and early morning is vital to what the plan was going to be in order for my family to be "all in" for this crossing. I had my mind-right. I was prepared, and I felt this was a fair request, and something I could do to keep everyone feeling 'okay' about me living on the road.
Yesterday, Day 19: John is still not feeling well. He's having physical/health issues, that won't allow him to be successful on a daily basis as he wishes to be. In order to respect his privacy (he is a private person when it comes to his health) I can tell you that he's been struggling with his ability to perform the miles as he desires to, and/or is able to. He told me yesterday he's going to stop this crossing. I choose not to blog about it at that time, as I had continued discussions with him, as well as tried to sort out my own feelings about what this means for me, as well. John feels certain I will have no problem finishing. But that's not the issue. The physical portion of these miles is not a issue for me, fortunately. BUT, safety is. I made a promise. I made a commitment to my family, ahead of time, to not do this alone. That John and I will be near and/or together daily. Now, he's leaving. When, you ask? In the next 4-6 days approximately. He desires to get to a bus station for his transportation.
What now? Good question! David just about hopped a plane to come fetch me. But, we have agreed that I will continue this week, until I know John's final bus plans. David knows me well. I say things like, "Just another day or so" or "I'll just get to Maryland first" or "What about meeting in Richmond, that's half-way". But the fact is, I'm going to keep my promise. I'm going to do the right thing. I won't stay out on the road, sleeping outside alone, going through "bad" parts of town without anyone around if I need them, or putting myself in harms way to get to Florida. Do I want to just keep going? Well, yes, of course I do! But the risk and danger is not worth seeing the Route 1 End sign in Key West. I need to be responsible, yet I'm devastated. This is what I love to do.
In my sadness, I tell myself this:
Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.
I'll enjoy every minute I have left , as I go through Connecticut. Every step. I'm going to Groton tomorrow. Clinton, CT the next day. And so is John. For now. Milford, CT is after that, and then I think that may be it. Crossing NY and New Jersey on my own is probably not wise. And then, I'll go back home where I'm safe. I'll most likely fly out of New York, and more details are to be ironed out as the week unfolds. And John is making his own arrangements. I'm so sorry he does not feel well, and know this has been very hard on him.
I never could have predicted this. Yet, I'll never forget this time I've had in the gorgeous New England area. I'm not done.....as it will take a few more days to tie this up with a pretty bow, and not cry about it. I'm grateful for these days, the people, the places and all the support you all have given me. It has fueled my soul, and I just can't thank you enough for standing by me. And being here with me.
I'll awaken in this awesome campground tomorrow morning, and set out for another day on the road. I'll take these next few days I've been given, and make the most of them. Thanks for understanding and being there for me. Please say prayer for John, to feel better soon.
It's going to be okay,
Cyndi
Fast forward to this crossing: I made that same commitment and promise to my family, and pinkie swore, to really stay with my running partner this time. Really, I will! If he stays back, I stay back as well. John and I will set our own pace during the day, but our nightly destinations will be the same. Every night, I guaranteed. Just once so far in these 20 days, John stopped before our arranged destination, due to not feeling well. But we did sync up the next day. I kept to my commitment and promise to be as safe as possible. And having someone else there, esp at night and early morning is vital to what the plan was going to be in order for my family to be "all in" for this crossing. I had my mind-right. I was prepared, and I felt this was a fair request, and something I could do to keep everyone feeling 'okay' about me living on the road.
Yesterday, Day 19: John is still not feeling well. He's having physical/health issues, that won't allow him to be successful on a daily basis as he wishes to be. In order to respect his privacy (he is a private person when it comes to his health) I can tell you that he's been struggling with his ability to perform the miles as he desires to, and/or is able to. He told me yesterday he's going to stop this crossing. I choose not to blog about it at that time, as I had continued discussions with him, as well as tried to sort out my own feelings about what this means for me, as well. John feels certain I will have no problem finishing. But that's not the issue. The physical portion of these miles is not a issue for me, fortunately. BUT, safety is. I made a promise. I made a commitment to my family, ahead of time, to not do this alone. That John and I will be near and/or together daily. Now, he's leaving. When, you ask? In the next 4-6 days approximately. He desires to get to a bus station for his transportation.
What now? Good question! David just about hopped a plane to come fetch me. But, we have agreed that I will continue this week, until I know John's final bus plans. David knows me well. I say things like, "Just another day or so" or "I'll just get to Maryland first" or "What about meeting in Richmond, that's half-way". But the fact is, I'm going to keep my promise. I'm going to do the right thing. I won't stay out on the road, sleeping outside alone, going through "bad" parts of town without anyone around if I need them, or putting myself in harms way to get to Florida. Do I want to just keep going? Well, yes, of course I do! But the risk and danger is not worth seeing the Route 1 End sign in Key West. I need to be responsible, yet I'm devastated. This is what I love to do.
In my sadness, I tell myself this:
Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.
I'll enjoy every minute I have left , as I go through Connecticut. Every step. I'm going to Groton tomorrow. Clinton, CT the next day. And so is John. For now. Milford, CT is after that, and then I think that may be it. Crossing NY and New Jersey on my own is probably not wise. And then, I'll go back home where I'm safe. I'll most likely fly out of New York, and more details are to be ironed out as the week unfolds. And John is making his own arrangements. I'm so sorry he does not feel well, and know this has been very hard on him.
I never could have predicted this. Yet, I'll never forget this time I've had in the gorgeous New England area. I'm not done.....as it will take a few more days to tie this up with a pretty bow, and not cry about it. I'm grateful for these days, the people, the places and all the support you all have given me. It has fueled my soul, and I just can't thank you enough for standing by me. And being here with me.
I'll awaken in this awesome campground tomorrow morning, and set out for another day on the road. I'll take these next few days I've been given, and make the most of them. Thanks for understanding and being there for me. Please say prayer for John, to feel better soon.
It's going to be okay,
Cyndi
Day 20 - The Beauty of RI
Rhode Island is certainly one of my favorite states now. This time of year is perfect. The weather is mild (although in the 90's by afternoon), but it's a feel-good warmth. I'm still a sweaty mess whenever I reach my destination each day, but that's everyday. No escaping that.
I slept surprisingly well last night at The Americas Best Inn in North Kingston. The bed was very nice, but it was the pillow I loved. It fit me just right. I slept in a little longer than usual, as the campground would prefer you not check in before 1:00, so I plan on enjoying my day, getting there leisurely as well. When I left the motel, John was not up and going, as he had gotten in around 1:30 am due to the long miles yesterday and still not feeling well. More on that later, as I will dedicate a blog posting to that topic later today.
I had a good feeling about today. The road was smooth with plenty of room for me. I came upon many people on the shoulder either running or walking. I spoke with several, and one lady in particular stopped her run to visit. She had many questions, which I happily answered, and then asked my destination for the day. I told her Burlingame State Park, and she explained it was quite a ways away. Yes, I explain we do that each day. She begin to tell me since it's Sunday, it's Beach Day, and Route 1 will be very busy and to be extra careful. Will do, I say! And off I go with a good warning of what to expect. Route 1 did not disappoint. It was as she said. Around Warwick, I saw an option to take Route 1A Scenic. I think I'll try it, and so glad I did. It was calm, had lots of drink and food opportunities, and was quaint. Along that portion, I picked up a subway sandwich, and two glasses of unsweet tea from McDonald's. Comfort items. While in McDonald's, a retired gentleman by the name of Ken was eyeballing my cart. Then me, then back at my cart. He begin figuring out I was really going to Florida. Well, he and Bev are from Florida, you know. After telling me I look like a "greyhound", they invited me to stay at their place when I make it down there. They would be back home September 19th. They gave me all their pertinent information freely, and would await to hear from me later on. They are like sweet grandparents you just can't say 'no' to. Loving and caring spirits. They beep beep'd when they drove by me in their car with Florida plates.
I cruise down 1AScenic and enjoy the beautiful houses and area. It was an upscale neighborhood with lush, green landscaping. This pretty route put me back on Route 1 eventually, which was good, too as it has an ample shoulder to relax on. It's also vacant of supplies, because it has entrance and exit ramps to be mindful of each and every time I come upon one. They are the roads that take you to the different beaches, and that's where all the convenience stores are. It is Beach Day, I hear. Overall, it was good 30 miles. I'm feeling good, and able to enjoy the surroundings around me. I made it into Charlestown, and found some supplies before I head to the campground. I'm at a local restaurant eating just now. Then one more mile down is the State Park. I was fortunate to have about 70% shade today, on the shoulder, as the tall trees blocked much of the sun. I'll get to the park after awhile, no real hurry, and I'm so close.
I look forward to sleeping outdoors tonight. I think the weather will be perfect for it.
Happy Sunday to you!
Cyndi
I slept surprisingly well last night at The Americas Best Inn in North Kingston. The bed was very nice, but it was the pillow I loved. It fit me just right. I slept in a little longer than usual, as the campground would prefer you not check in before 1:00, so I plan on enjoying my day, getting there leisurely as well. When I left the motel, John was not up and going, as he had gotten in around 1:30 am due to the long miles yesterday and still not feeling well. More on that later, as I will dedicate a blog posting to that topic later today.
I had a good feeling about today. The road was smooth with plenty of room for me. I came upon many people on the shoulder either running or walking. I spoke with several, and one lady in particular stopped her run to visit. She had many questions, which I happily answered, and then asked my destination for the day. I told her Burlingame State Park, and she explained it was quite a ways away. Yes, I explain we do that each day. She begin to tell me since it's Sunday, it's Beach Day, and Route 1 will be very busy and to be extra careful. Will do, I say! And off I go with a good warning of what to expect. Route 1 did not disappoint. It was as she said. Around Warwick, I saw an option to take Route 1A Scenic. I think I'll try it, and so glad I did. It was calm, had lots of drink and food opportunities, and was quaint. Along that portion, I picked up a subway sandwich, and two glasses of unsweet tea from McDonald's. Comfort items. While in McDonald's, a retired gentleman by the name of Ken was eyeballing my cart. Then me, then back at my cart. He begin figuring out I was really going to Florida. Well, he and Bev are from Florida, you know. After telling me I look like a "greyhound", they invited me to stay at their place when I make it down there. They would be back home September 19th. They gave me all their pertinent information freely, and would await to hear from me later on. They are like sweet grandparents you just can't say 'no' to. Loving and caring spirits. They beep beep'd when they drove by me in their car with Florida plates.
I cruise down 1AScenic and enjoy the beautiful houses and area. It was an upscale neighborhood with lush, green landscaping. This pretty route put me back on Route 1 eventually, which was good, too as it has an ample shoulder to relax on. It's also vacant of supplies, because it has entrance and exit ramps to be mindful of each and every time I come upon one. They are the roads that take you to the different beaches, and that's where all the convenience stores are. It is Beach Day, I hear. Overall, it was good 30 miles. I'm feeling good, and able to enjoy the surroundings around me. I made it into Charlestown, and found some supplies before I head to the campground. I'm at a local restaurant eating just now. Then one more mile down is the State Park. I was fortunate to have about 70% shade today, on the shoulder, as the tall trees blocked much of the sun. I'll get to the park after awhile, no real hurry, and I'm so close.
I look forward to sleeping outdoors tonight. I think the weather will be perfect for it.
Happy Sunday to you!
Cyndi
Saturday, August 19, 2017
Day 19 - Lots to see
The road today offered me many different opportunities. I started out with fabulous smells, sweet sounds of the morning birds and quiet. Traffic was unusually lite for a Saturday, but would I really know? It just seemed quiet anyway. I started off relaxed and taking my time. There were sidewalks and plenty of offerings for food/drink. I was enjoying myself. I made my way to Pawtucket, knowing Route 1 would join with I95, therefore detours would be needed. I really liked Pawtucket, and made all the appropriate turns to miss the interstate. I kept moving and started making my way into Providence. I absolutely loved it! All the old buildings, the churches with their church bells ringing, the beautiful Wales and Johnson University campus. Oh my, I'm heading straight downtown to bypass where Route 1 joins the interstate. This is great! I'm going to see all of the city itself, and not the bypass version. This was certainly a treat. Such fascinating buildings, trendy shops and restaurants and bricked pathways. I stopped to eat, and had a fabulous chicken taco meal. Yes, I ordered a quesadilla (not on the menu) and got the soft chicken tacos delivered to my table. They were so fresh and yummy. I took my time in Providence, taking pictures and looking around. Life was good. And then it happened. Somehow I crossed that invisible barrier of greatness into "oh dear where am I"? I saw the bus station, The Salvation Army and the Homeless Shelter all within a block or two. As were MANY homeless people who live in this Homeless Land downtown. I didn't think I fit in, but maybe I did after all. I was pushing a cart. I was sweaty and dirty. My hair was a hot mess. The only thing that was a blaring difference was I didn't have a cigarette in my hand. I received several comments throughout this never ending area of town. Hey Girl! Or, She look good. I know they were talking about my cart. It is nice. I literally kept moving, smiling when I felt it was necessary, head nodding when it seemed appropriate, and trying not to look anyone in the eye, all while trying not to look uncomfortable. But this area just kept going. And just then when I thought I was moving past it, it flared up again. I needed to stop and potty so bad. No! Keep going. But I'm thirsty. Nope. It wasn't until South Elmwood did it seem to simmer down. And my shoulders started to relax.
Then, it just got more and more upscale again. Time to soak this beauty in, and look around again. My favorite 6-7 miles were at the end of my walk/run portion of my day as I was moving by Greenwich Bay. For miles. Gorgeous is a understatement. Fabulous. Amazing. I loved every minute of those miles! And then, my motel was coming up. I saw a Sack and Save and decided to go in for just a couple of quick grocery items. Yep, you guessed it, peanut butter and bananas.
I checked in the Americas Best motel. I was extra ready to get to the motel and shower. And that's just what I did. I checked on laundry facilities. Nope. I called the campground I'm going to tomorrow and asked them the same thing.....any laundry facilities? Nope. So, while I showered, I washed my clothes. That works just as well.
John will be in later tonight. He just hasn't been feeling well. He doesn't give out many details, just "doesn't feel good". I nod, and try to help in whatever way I can. Set the route, make camp/motel reservations. We make a good team with the same goal in mind. Even though we go our own pace during the day, I can rely on us being at the same place at night/mornings. It's important to me to have someone out here, esp as a female, and having a contact for assistance (if needed) is priceless.
Time to hang up my wet/damp clothes. I called the office to ask for more towels (to wrap and absorb the wetness from my clothes). The owner of the motel said no. "You have two of each type of towel already ". Okay then. I was going to push that issue. But really, I'll figure it out, thanks, were my thoughts instead.
All's well. The weather looks promising, esp since tomorrow is a camp night. We will be heading to Burlingame State Park in Charlestown. I'm ready, and see a picnic table bed in my future.
It was an interesting Saturday, and very entertaining. Hope you had a great one!
See you tomorrow,
Cyndi
Day 19 - Next? Rhode Island
Seriously, I walked out of my motel room this morning, to a parking lot full of cars. I notice on the office door the paper, hand written, no vacancy sign that he has put out. This place is full! I will say he does have the corner on the market. He is very inexpensive, as there are a couple of other hotels around that are quite high. I do notice that across the street they are building a regular, big hotel. I wonder how that will affect him? I think there's always people who are willing to pay a low price for a motel like this. Like me. I slept well, as the days do you wear me out. Last evening, I had a knock on the door from the motel owner's "boy". That's what he calls him anyway. He is obviously not related to the motel owner, but works for him. It turns out this young man is about to go do his laundry, and wanted to see if I had any that needed to be done as well. They don't have public laundry facilities there, but he said he would throw my laundry in with his, as I notice he's holding a laundry basket full of his dirty clothes. I declined nicely, and thanked him profusely. That was really nice of him to think about the fact I might need laundry done. He was all of maybe 20 years old, and obviously lived at the motel. As did a number of people, I noticed.
Even though I have a long day ahead of me, I appear to be a no apparent hurry. I have a little breakfast (peanut butter and banana, of course), and head down the road to a McDonald's to get two refills of unsweetened tea in my cups. I also indulged and a cup of coffee while I'm there. I move down the road, alongside the stadium area. Patriot Place is on my left (shopping center), the stadium on my right. Parking lot after parking lot of emptiness is there waiting for the next big event. The air is wet and the ground is damp from the rains last night. The temperature is in the 70s, and looks to be a clear sunny day. I'll need to make sure I drink a lot today, as the humidity is high. I will move down the road in a timely fashion, but in no hurry. I want to absorb all that is around me today, as I have never been to this area before. And many more turns will happen today, as I go through Providence, as Route 1 joins the interstate. Detours are a big part of this trip.
As I continue to move down Route 1, I smell everything. The trees, the water and all that's in the air. It's so fresh and clean. I hear the hawks calling overhead, finding breakfast. I think about David and Lauren. I look at the Barn Cam to check out the happenings in the barn. I hear and see Belle (one of our sweet lambs) calling out baaaaa. It hurts my heart to know I can't be there to love on all our farm animals. I'll be back, I promise. I know that David and Lauren are both traveling (from opposite directions) to Amarillo today. They are meeting there to exchange Lauren 's Australian Shepherd puppy, Tula, over to David. Tula is scheduled to start obedience dog training later this month with our favorite dog trainer, Jamie McRee in Lucas. She will keep and train Tula for 2-4 weeks depending on her progress. She has trained two other (big) dogs of ours previously. She magically trains and assists puppies to become the good dog they can, and want to be. So David and Lauren will make the puppy trade later today, spend the night in Amarillo, and head back home on Sunday. Be safe! Last weekend, Lauren hit a deer. She's okay, thank goodness! Her car is not. It's drivable, but will need multiple repairs. Living in Colorado lends to this, as does many states. So I do worry about them both driving alone for so many miles. I know that's odd of me to say that as I live on the road. But I still worry.
Enjoy your Saturday!
More later, Cyndi
Even though I have a long day ahead of me, I appear to be a no apparent hurry. I have a little breakfast (peanut butter and banana, of course), and head down the road to a McDonald's to get two refills of unsweetened tea in my cups. I also indulged and a cup of coffee while I'm there. I move down the road, alongside the stadium area. Patriot Place is on my left (shopping center), the stadium on my right. Parking lot after parking lot of emptiness is there waiting for the next big event. The air is wet and the ground is damp from the rains last night. The temperature is in the 70s, and looks to be a clear sunny day. I'll need to make sure I drink a lot today, as the humidity is high. I will move down the road in a timely fashion, but in no hurry. I want to absorb all that is around me today, as I have never been to this area before. And many more turns will happen today, as I go through Providence, as Route 1 joins the interstate. Detours are a big part of this trip.
As I continue to move down Route 1, I smell everything. The trees, the water and all that's in the air. It's so fresh and clean. I hear the hawks calling overhead, finding breakfast. I think about David and Lauren. I look at the Barn Cam to check out the happenings in the barn. I hear and see Belle (one of our sweet lambs) calling out baaaaa. It hurts my heart to know I can't be there to love on all our farm animals. I'll be back, I promise. I know that David and Lauren are both traveling (from opposite directions) to Amarillo today. They are meeting there to exchange Lauren 's Australian Shepherd puppy, Tula, over to David. Tula is scheduled to start obedience dog training later this month with our favorite dog trainer, Jamie McRee in Lucas. She will keep and train Tula for 2-4 weeks depending on her progress. She has trained two other (big) dogs of ours previously. She magically trains and assists puppies to become the good dog they can, and want to be. So David and Lauren will make the puppy trade later today, spend the night in Amarillo, and head back home on Sunday. Be safe! Last weekend, Lauren hit a deer. She's okay, thank goodness! Her car is not. It's drivable, but will need multiple repairs. Living in Colorado lends to this, as does many states. So I do worry about them both driving alone for so many miles. I know that's odd of me to say that as I live on the road. But I still worry.
Enjoy your Saturday!
More later, Cyndi
Friday, August 18, 2017
Day 18 - Boston and beyond
As I left the Econo Lodge this morning, I wanted to get a early start to 1) miss traffic, 2) miss the the people who loiter in the area, and 3) run from the rain. Mission accomplished. I studied my route I would take, the night before, as if I was studying for a test. I could not go on Route 1 for multiple reasons (merges with an interstate, and bridge-crossing access was uncertain). Highway 99 would be my magic key to assist in crossing Boston. As I started down 99, it was dawn, and the streets were empty. It was quiet, and I watched my phone for any turn upcoming. Having my phone accessible during the rain is tough, and I really need it today. The turns began after about 5 miles, guiding me to Boston's great trail system. I was on the (cement) trails, as were MANY others morning runners were. The temperature was mild, and no rain yet, as it was predicted for later in the morning. I'm moving along nicely and easily. I continue on a series of trails, some of which ran beside a street my route had picked out for me. Other times the trail ran parallel to their subway/rail system. I could hear the noises of it's clackity clack, taking people to work. All the while, I'm watching the Maps "walking" option guide me through Boston. I stop mid morning for an egg sandwich - on a croissant today, please. I keep moving, and start getting across town. Unfortunately, my Maps app does not have feelings - or awareness - to know which part of town is good or bad. So it did route me through the not-so-great-so-keep-moving part of Boston. And I did keep moving. After being on highway 99, misc streets and trails, I was spit out into Washington St. This is one long street, with miles and miles of sidewalks. It was awesome! And then finally, I started getting to some cute suburbs like Dedham and Wentworth. I began to relax and realize I made it through. I still had a ways to go, with a few more turns here and there, but I was across Boston. I really enjoyed seeing the harbor, the bridges, the city, the old buildings, and all that Boston offers. If I was in a car, I would have seen completely different areas of towns and sites. That's the thing about being on-foot. It's a different way of seeing any city. And I'm able to soak it all in as I'm moving at a slow enough pace to look and enjoy. Thanks for a great day, Boston!! I certainly ate well, and saw places of Boston previously unseen by me. I've been here multiple times (Boston marathon), but that's a different trip in itself.
So now it's time to see about getting back to Route 1. The Gaard Motel is off Route 1, so I'll get there eventually. I travel mostly down 1A - and it wasn't A for Awful today. It was A for Awesome! I had sidewalks along most all of it, too. Safety is not an accident, and being on a sidewalk is always a plus.
After 836 turns today, I arrive in front of the Gaard Motel. It's in the Walpole/Foxboro area. Have you seen it? It doesn't look like what you see when you google it. Oh no, it looks like there's more mattresses and appliances outside it, than inside it. How bad can it be, Cyndi? It's so bad, I'm going to go ahead and nominate it for "Worst Motel" on the trip. And it's only Day 18. But I'm that confident that it will win. Because if I stay somewhere worse, it's because I'm being held against my will. Next time, I will keep going, and find a church porch to sleep on. I even called a motel down the highway and almost left here, and paid again somewhere else. But instead, I calmed myself, and made an agreement with myself that I will get up and leave earlier than usual, and go sit in the McDonalds down the way for coffee, then go from there. I'm not unpacking anything from my cart. I did shower, and it was the nicest part of it all. It did feel good.
These things will happen. It's not going to be roses and sunflowers each time. The guy who runs it is super nice, and probably convinced, in his mind, it's perfectly fine here. Good news? My door does lock. And John will be in later on, hopefully next door to me. It's not a big place.
On a happier note, we will go about 40 miles tomorrow to North Kingston, which is getting into Rhode Island. Already? Where did Massachusetts go?!? We'll go through Providence, which I'm excited about seeing. I've never been to Rhode Island. The plan is to get to the Americas Best Inn motel in North Kingston tomorrow night. I'm going to take it easy tomorrow, and enjoy getting there. And then to give you a little more data, I made a reservation at the Burlingame State Park for camping Sunday night, which is fairly close to the Connecticut line. I always look forward to seeing those states I've never seen before. Each is distinct in their own way.
I'll leave my little room now, to go in search of dinner. There's options around here, and the neighborhood is safe. Did you know I'll go right by the Gillette Stadium in the morning, down Route 1? Some team by the name of the New England Patriots play there, so I hear. I'll look for them.....they should be practicing I bet. Or at least they are airing up their footballs to the appropriate pressure, I'm sure.
Have a great Friday evening,
Cyndi
So now it's time to see about getting back to Route 1. The Gaard Motel is off Route 1, so I'll get there eventually. I travel mostly down 1A - and it wasn't A for Awful today. It was A for Awesome! I had sidewalks along most all of it, too. Safety is not an accident, and being on a sidewalk is always a plus.
After 836 turns today, I arrive in front of the Gaard Motel. It's in the Walpole/Foxboro area. Have you seen it? It doesn't look like what you see when you google it. Oh no, it looks like there's more mattresses and appliances outside it, than inside it. How bad can it be, Cyndi? It's so bad, I'm going to go ahead and nominate it for "Worst Motel" on the trip. And it's only Day 18. But I'm that confident that it will win. Because if I stay somewhere worse, it's because I'm being held against my will. Next time, I will keep going, and find a church porch to sleep on. I even called a motel down the highway and almost left here, and paid again somewhere else. But instead, I calmed myself, and made an agreement with myself that I will get up and leave earlier than usual, and go sit in the McDonalds down the way for coffee, then go from there. I'm not unpacking anything from my cart. I did shower, and it was the nicest part of it all. It did feel good.
These things will happen. It's not going to be roses and sunflowers each time. The guy who runs it is super nice, and probably convinced, in his mind, it's perfectly fine here. Good news? My door does lock. And John will be in later on, hopefully next door to me. It's not a big place.
On a happier note, we will go about 40 miles tomorrow to North Kingston, which is getting into Rhode Island. Already? Where did Massachusetts go?!? We'll go through Providence, which I'm excited about seeing. I've never been to Rhode Island. The plan is to get to the Americas Best Inn motel in North Kingston tomorrow night. I'm going to take it easy tomorrow, and enjoy getting there. And then to give you a little more data, I made a reservation at the Burlingame State Park for camping Sunday night, which is fairly close to the Connecticut line. I always look forward to seeing those states I've never seen before. Each is distinct in their own way.
I'll leave my little room now, to go in search of dinner. There's options around here, and the neighborhood is safe. Did you know I'll go right by the Gillette Stadium in the morning, down Route 1? Some team by the name of the New England Patriots play there, so I hear. I'll look for them.....they should be practicing I bet. Or at least they are airing up their footballs to the appropriate pressure, I'm sure.
Have a great Friday evening,
Cyndi
Thursday, August 17, 2017
Day/Night 17 - North of Boston
Wow, Route 1 went from my little highway to a three lane (each side) highway that resembles an interstate. The cars are flying by, and I'm being very watchful. Interestingly, it has a huge shoulder and a sorta-sidewalk beside it. I stay on that as much as possible. It's quite a feat trying to navigate other 'real' highways that intersect with this new-to-me Route 1. Up and then back down exit ramps, taking side streets, and since there's so many entrances and exits, it presents a challenge to cross them and stay vigilant. I took my time, and made sure I looked, and then looked again before crossing any road way. It's not just difficult for me, but for drivers trying to navigate their way to the side businesses. It doesn't seem to have a good flow to it all. Example? Don. Turns out Don and his wife Susan have seen me on Route 1 since I was in Maine. Susan works for Costco, and travels Route 1 back and forth, to cover her territory for each Costco as part of her job. Then, there I am, toodling by the Costco today, north of Boston. Don and Susan live here, and Susan taxed Don with bringing me money and saying hello (she had to go in the Costco - I just passed - to work). Some of my details on all that Costco/Susan may be off just a bit, but you get the idea. What I am trying to get out though, is Don is trying to get to me via his car. It's just not that easy on this crazy section of Route 1. I'm walking, then running, then walking, etc. so he's trying to gage where to stop to get out of his car and tell his story. After a turn around or two, he's waiting for me at a upcoming corner, standing and smiling as I approach. His first response is, "I don't mean to be that creepy guy, but my wife and I have seen you since Maine, and want you to have this". He pushes $10.00 towards me. When people want to share their money with you, they have made up their mind already. I explain I'm on vacation, but he still requests I take it and is now putting it in my hand. I explain I'm not doing this for a charity , but for pleasure. He lets me know Susan wanted him to give it to me irregardless. He had many questions, (the age question was not asked) but since they had seen me for so many miles, it seemed more real to him that I was really going down Route 1. Not just running away from home or something. He took a few pictures for proof, and was happy he could go give answers to Susan's questions. The things husbands do for their wives! He was just a super nice guy. I felt bad taking his money, but not taking it wasn't an option. I promised him a would use it for dinner that night, and think of them, and their kindness. And how much I appreciated him stopping and visiting with me. This kind of support fills my soul. Thank you, Susan and Don! A little bit down the highway, I came across a Chipotle (and it was on my side of the highway, thank goodness). Jackpot!!! My second quesadilla of my trip, and at one of my favorite places to splurge. I had a special meal thanks to this special couple. It was all meant to be. I was comforted beyond belief while eating there. Which I did. I sat down like a real person and ate my food there and enjoyed every bite. It was around that time that David was tracking me and knew I would have to circle around a entrance/exit ramp to get to another highway. Yes, I will be exiting Route 1 while I get across Boston. I'll be going down 99 (of which Don agreed with that plan, as I can cross the bridge on 99. They live here and he was able to confirm what I was thinking). Also, we had planned a motel stay (Econo Lodge) off 99 to help steer us in the correct direction.
David gave me wonderful instructions on how to maneuver the tedious highway change, mainly because I'm going against traffic, and can't just exit to 99 because I'm on the wrong side of the highway to do that. So thank you, David!! You saved me time, and extra miles, to get me transferred over with ease.
I'm now getting close to my motel, and I'm feeling like it was a odd day. Almost like it was three days in one day. Different terrain, different highway configurations, and challengeing maneuvers just to keep going in the right direction. And if I think that was interesting, tomorrow will be even more so. I'm heading across Boston.....in the rain. My goal will be to get to the Gaard Motel in Walpole over by the stadium. I'd like to enjoy Boston, the sites, the food and the day.
Tomorrow morning will start out with a bang, because I'm high-tailing it out of here. It's a bad area of town, as the motel attendant has a glass window for patrons to check-in through. The convenience store across the street has bars on the windows, and if-y people lingering about. This north side of Boston will not be somewhere I site-see. Instead, I stayed in my motel room and did some 'maintenance '. Filed my nails, trimmed my toe nails, and just things like that that I've not taken the time to do. It was quite nice to take the time to do those things.
We are going to be 25% done tomorrow! Total mileage in Massachusetts (if we stayed on Route 1 the whole time) would be 86 miles. Rhode Island? 57 miles, and Connecticut with 117 miles. Then New York with a grand total of 21 miles.
Thanks for listening to all my words.
I wish you a fabulous Friday,
Cyndi
David gave me wonderful instructions on how to maneuver the tedious highway change, mainly because I'm going against traffic, and can't just exit to 99 because I'm on the wrong side of the highway to do that. So thank you, David!! You saved me time, and extra miles, to get me transferred over with ease.
I'm now getting close to my motel, and I'm feeling like it was a odd day. Almost like it was three days in one day. Different terrain, different highway configurations, and challengeing maneuvers just to keep going in the right direction. And if I think that was interesting, tomorrow will be even more so. I'm heading across Boston.....in the rain. My goal will be to get to the Gaard Motel in Walpole over by the stadium. I'd like to enjoy Boston, the sites, the food and the day.
Tomorrow morning will start out with a bang, because I'm high-tailing it out of here. It's a bad area of town, as the motel attendant has a glass window for patrons to check-in through. The convenience store across the street has bars on the windows, and if-y people lingering about. This north side of Boston will not be somewhere I site-see. Instead, I stayed in my motel room and did some 'maintenance '. Filed my nails, trimmed my toe nails, and just things like that that I've not taken the time to do. It was quite nice to take the time to do those things.
We are going to be 25% done tomorrow! Total mileage in Massachusetts (if we stayed on Route 1 the whole time) would be 86 miles. Rhode Island? 57 miles, and Connecticut with 117 miles. Then New York with a grand total of 21 miles.
Thanks for listening to all my words.
I wish you a fabulous Friday,
Cyndi
Night 16/Day 17 - Heading toward Boston
At the Rusnik Campground, my quarter shower was a quarter well spent. Ironically, in the shower was a Victoria's Secret body and scrub available for anyones use. So, before I put the quarter in the shower slot, I put the scrub on - all over - then put my quarter in, to start the water to rinse off. The problem was, it took the first half of my quarter for the water to heat up. The quarter would give you five minutes of water, and half of that time was cold water. No biggie, as I was able to rinse off with a touch of warm water and was successful with my quarter shower. I could have put another quarter in, but somehow seemed proud to only have used one quarter. I thought I had done well, until John informed me that he had not only showered for a quarter, but got his clothes washed in the shower at the same time. He won that one. Somehow, when I told David of this quarter shower phenomenon, he told me it was probably time to reassess myself. "Is this what your life has gotten to?", he said, like that's a bad thing. Okay, I'll re-access, I agreed, knowing he's just trying to put things in some kind of perspective. Life is simple out here, for the most part. But I'll re-access to see how far off the beaten path I've gone. I really don't want to know. So I'll put my head back down in the sand.
I'm moving through Massachusetts toward Boston proper. Malden is the stopping point today. A motel is in my future later on. I enjoy the campground life, but sometimes sleeping on a picnic table gets old. It wasn't bad last night really, but the big dog at the tent site next to mine kept barking all night long. There's lots of noises it heard, and barked at all of them. Did I mention a motel in my future today?
As the day has progressed, there's been multiple terrain changes. Small two lane road, to a bit of hill/mountain work, then now to a 4 lane divided "real" highway, with the feel of an interstate. I95 is a stones throw from here, but they are very similar in looks. Except Route 1 is legal for me to be on. And this is when it happens.....cars going too fast to realize what I'm doing, and call the police to say they are concerned about me, and maybe the baby in my cart. Sure enough, a policeman turns his lights on and pulls me over. He immediately sees what I'm doing, and just says someone called that was "concerned " about me, and he wanted to check on me. He did not ask for my license, but simply asked about my route and duration of my trip. All's well, and I'm on my way again. Wow, that's a thick accent he had.
The ups and downs will slow me a bit today, but I'm listening to an audiobook, I Am Pilgrim, by Terry Hayes. It's a Thriller, and I'm enjoying it. Keeps me engaged. I finished The Great Courses on Conflict Management, and found it very useful for personal and work situations. I like how they reiterate "it's not Conflict Resolution, it's Conflict Management " because conflict is often not ever resolved, it's only managed. My takeaway? To relearn and practice new techniques, as we generally learn our conflict management skills as a child from our surroundings. And those are not always worthwhile methods as an adult. As I continue to listen while I walk/run, I can certainly work on myself to be the best "me". Which is just like yoga, a lifelong journey.
Back to the road, and my book,
Cyndi
I'm moving through Massachusetts toward Boston proper. Malden is the stopping point today. A motel is in my future later on. I enjoy the campground life, but sometimes sleeping on a picnic table gets old. It wasn't bad last night really, but the big dog at the tent site next to mine kept barking all night long. There's lots of noises it heard, and barked at all of them. Did I mention a motel in my future today?
As the day has progressed, there's been multiple terrain changes. Small two lane road, to a bit of hill/mountain work, then now to a 4 lane divided "real" highway, with the feel of an interstate. I95 is a stones throw from here, but they are very similar in looks. Except Route 1 is legal for me to be on. And this is when it happens.....cars going too fast to realize what I'm doing, and call the police to say they are concerned about me, and maybe the baby in my cart. Sure enough, a policeman turns his lights on and pulls me over. He immediately sees what I'm doing, and just says someone called that was "concerned " about me, and he wanted to check on me. He did not ask for my license, but simply asked about my route and duration of my trip. All's well, and I'm on my way again. Wow, that's a thick accent he had.
The ups and downs will slow me a bit today, but I'm listening to an audiobook, I Am Pilgrim, by Terry Hayes. It's a Thriller, and I'm enjoying it. Keeps me engaged. I finished The Great Courses on Conflict Management, and found it very useful for personal and work situations. I like how they reiterate "it's not Conflict Resolution, it's Conflict Management " because conflict is often not ever resolved, it's only managed. My takeaway? To relearn and practice new techniques, as we generally learn our conflict management skills as a child from our surroundings. And those are not always worthwhile methods as an adult. As I continue to listen while I walk/run, I can certainly work on myself to be the best "me". Which is just like yoga, a lifelong journey.
Back to the road, and my book,
Cyndi
Wednesday, August 16, 2017
Day/Night 16 - Easy going
After leaving Kittery, Maine this morning and moving down Route 1, I knew the 20 miles would probably be considered an 'easy' day. And that's exactly how it turned out. I'm always hesitant to know For Sure, because just when you think everything's okay.....it's not. But today was a day full of people with good energy, kind faces and inquisitive questions. I was taking my time moving today. No hurry, and I was giving my body a much needed break. Along the way, I feel in love with Portsmouth. What a great town! People are out and about, as it's a very active community from what I saw. I had a perfect cup of coffee at Breaking New Grounds, and continued to move into New Hampshire seamlessly. The shoulder was wonderful, and when there was no shoulder, there was a sidewalk. Thank you, New Hampshire! I cruised into North Hampton, then to Hampton. How nice is that?! I stopped to eat (I forgot the name of it), but they make all their breads homemade, and hand cut donuts. Although I'm not really sure what that meant. It sounded fancy. I got an egg sandwich with my waitress's pick of the bread. I figured she'd know which one would be really good. And she did. It was super tasty, like an egg sandwich super-sized. Their unsweet tea was stronger than my coffee I had earlier, and life was good. Throughout my day, many people asked the usual question, "Are you really going to Key West?". It says so on the front of my cart, but they are just not sure, and have many questions to make sure I'm just not crazy. I noticed one guy could have asked question after question, as one led to another. Then another guy in a Wrangler Jerp pulled over in a parking lot I was going by, to stop me. He's a cyclist, and was trying to figure it all out, too. The one thing in common with several people today is one particular question: How old are you? That question comes up more and more often. After I tell them, 53, they ask how my knees are, etc. Yes, my friends, my knees are sore sometimes, and quite frankly, I have many aches and pains as we all do as we get older. I'm not exempt. I just keep going anyway.....and ibuprofen helps. A lot of ibuprofen.
I was on the phone with my daughter, Lauren the other day, when someone stopped me to inquire about my situation. And they also asked the age question. She could hear them ask me and Lauren was a little surprised at this turn of events. "Why are people asking you that, Mom?", she asked in such a way that made me feel like maybe I shouldn't be telling people my age. I really don't know, but people ask many unusual questions, and I just try to answer as if what I'm doing is a normal thing. I like to fly under the radar. I'm always happy to talk to others, and it often opens people's minds to places they haven't gone before. Thoughts they have not considered in their life. I hope they leave me thinking 'maybe I can do fill-in-the-blank'. Because really, anything is possible.
After Hampton, shortly came Seabrook. Now, that's my kind of town. It had every known store and restaurant that every "regular " city has. It was a city of everything from Hobby Lobby to Chili's restaurant to Dick's Sporting Goods to Big Lots - all along one strip of the highway. Any store you wanted to go to? They had it. I'm fascinated by it because I only get a glimmer of offerings of stores along Route 1. And Seabrook had it all. Still fascinated.
Then, there it was, Rusnik Family Campground. Tucked away just slightly off Route 1, and would be my haven for the rest of the day. Swimming pool, putt putt golf, game room, volleyball, and more. I did dip my feet and legs in the water. Don't forget the showers (quarter for every 5 minutes, and the spider in the shower with you is no charge), laundry facilities and a bathroom not far from my camp site A8. Water, electricity and the ever-famous bed of mine, picnic table. Sweet!
I settle in. Shower, and even wash my clothes. I mean, why not!? Now it's time for dinner. Decisions decisions. Should I eat food out of my cart or there's a pizza place close by. Stay tuned for that choice, as I've still not made that final decision just yet. I'm going to do a little yoga first, on my mat, and mull that over.
I do know one thing for sure. I went from Maine to New Hampshire to Massachusetts today. And I'm thrilled to have seen it all. I'll continue in Massachusetts on Route 1 toward Boston tomorrow, just stopping short of that great city. But I'll get there, as The Econo Lodge beckons me tomorrow night. Then Friday, on a predicted rain day, I'll move across Boston. There's so much to look forward to, and so many great memories I have thus far.
See you tomorrow!
Cyndi
I was on the phone with my daughter, Lauren the other day, when someone stopped me to inquire about my situation. And they also asked the age question. She could hear them ask me and Lauren was a little surprised at this turn of events. "Why are people asking you that, Mom?", she asked in such a way that made me feel like maybe I shouldn't be telling people my age. I really don't know, but people ask many unusual questions, and I just try to answer as if what I'm doing is a normal thing. I like to fly under the radar. I'm always happy to talk to others, and it often opens people's minds to places they haven't gone before. Thoughts they have not considered in their life. I hope they leave me thinking 'maybe I can do fill-in-the-blank'. Because really, anything is possible.
After Hampton, shortly came Seabrook. Now, that's my kind of town. It had every known store and restaurant that every "regular " city has. It was a city of everything from Hobby Lobby to Chili's restaurant to Dick's Sporting Goods to Big Lots - all along one strip of the highway. Any store you wanted to go to? They had it. I'm fascinated by it because I only get a glimmer of offerings of stores along Route 1. And Seabrook had it all. Still fascinated.
Then, there it was, Rusnik Family Campground. Tucked away just slightly off Route 1, and would be my haven for the rest of the day. Swimming pool, putt putt golf, game room, volleyball, and more. I did dip my feet and legs in the water. Don't forget the showers (quarter for every 5 minutes, and the spider in the shower with you is no charge), laundry facilities and a bathroom not far from my camp site A8. Water, electricity and the ever-famous bed of mine, picnic table. Sweet!
I settle in. Shower, and even wash my clothes. I mean, why not!? Now it's time for dinner. Decisions decisions. Should I eat food out of my cart or there's a pizza place close by. Stay tuned for that choice, as I've still not made that final decision just yet. I'm going to do a little yoga first, on my mat, and mull that over.
I do know one thing for sure. I went from Maine to New Hampshire to Massachusetts today. And I'm thrilled to have seen it all. I'll continue in Massachusetts on Route 1 toward Boston tomorrow, just stopping short of that great city. But I'll get there, as The Econo Lodge beckons me tomorrow night. Then Friday, on a predicted rain day, I'll move across Boston. There's so much to look forward to, and so many great memories I have thus far.
See you tomorrow!
Cyndi
Day 16 - Oh, Happy Day!
Wow, that was a comfy bed at the Days Inn in Kittery. By far the nicest Days Inn I've ever stayed at. After eating my breakfast and getting ready, John and I meet up and discuss the days events. It's decision time: either 20 miles to a campground, or 25 miles to pricey BnB's, or 40 miles toward Boston and reasonable motels. Normally, 40 miles is not a big deal. But to be able to enjoy the morning - even just a little - at the motel is priceless. We decide to enjoy the beautiful day, and head 20 miles to the Rusnik campground in Salisbury, with no sense of urgency. And what a great day to do it! No rain is forecasted, the weather is picture-perfect, and there's so much to see along the way. Done. Easy day, and I'm feeling like vacation is settling in. I leave that sweet motel, to continue my journey. I'm going to soak in every step today.
As move down the road and approach Portsmouth, people are out biking and walking to work in this community, and it just feels good. Cool breeze, warm sun, and clear skies. I'm out of the tourist area, for now. It's time to cross more bridges! There's rules for which ones you can and can't cross as a pedestrian. I have to watch and be mindful of my actions. The people who live here know, and are happy to help. It's amazing how each area has its own vibe, and this area is active, sparkling and welcoming. Less cars, more people running, walking and biking.
The plan for me, today, you ask? I'm going to take this day "for me". No step I take will be of any hurry or haste. A walking pace of comfort and leisure. I will enjoy New Hampshire every step of the way, and make my way to Massachusetts today. I will stop for a good cup of coffee, shop at a grocery store, and just breathe.
Rusnik Family Campground will be my final destination today. Showers, laundry, and then I just might sit around the pool. Maybe do a little yoga on my mat. Tomorrow will be a day of travel towards Boston. For now, this friendly city is irresistible. No hurry out of here.
I'm happy to have completed the 540 miles of Maine, and look forward to what these next states want to show me.
Enjoy Hump Day!
Cyndi
As move down the road and approach Portsmouth, people are out biking and walking to work in this community, and it just feels good. Cool breeze, warm sun, and clear skies. I'm out of the tourist area, for now. It's time to cross more bridges! There's rules for which ones you can and can't cross as a pedestrian. I have to watch and be mindful of my actions. The people who live here know, and are happy to help. It's amazing how each area has its own vibe, and this area is active, sparkling and welcoming. Less cars, more people running, walking and biking.
The plan for me, today, you ask? I'm going to take this day "for me". No step I take will be of any hurry or haste. A walking pace of comfort and leisure. I will enjoy New Hampshire every step of the way, and make my way to Massachusetts today. I will stop for a good cup of coffee, shop at a grocery store, and just breathe.
Rusnik Family Campground will be my final destination today. Showers, laundry, and then I just might sit around the pool. Maybe do a little yoga on my mat. Tomorrow will be a day of travel towards Boston. For now, this friendly city is irresistible. No hurry out of here.
I'm happy to have completed the 540 miles of Maine, and look forward to what these next states want to show me.
Enjoy Hump Day!
Cyndi
Tuesday, August 15, 2017
Day 15 - Parade of cars
The amount of cars/tourists on Route 1 was unbelievable. They were backed up for miles, inching along. Sometimes at the same speed as me. This area of the various Capes is more popular than I ever knew. I didn't get to see much of the coastal area, as it's well hidden from my view. Although I did reap the benefits of cute stores, many handmade things, and lots of good food. So I took advantage of it all and stopped many times to eat, look at a store, and just enjoy the area. I'm on vacation, and wanted to take the time to see it all while I'm here. Wells was a town that was crazy packed, but York was one town I really enjoyed. It really was a vacation-kind-of-day. I had some amazing homemade veggie lasagna. So delicious. It's been a eating and looking day. It's days like today where I don't get caught up in the miles. I give myself permission to relax and get there, when I get there. Plus, it's my last full day in Maine. And I was loving it.
I came upon a number of cyclists with their touring bikes and packs. I can't wait to do that, too! They are crossing Route 1/Greenway Trail. I also ran into (no pun intended) another guy running Route1 - the opposite way, meaning he only has about 500 miles left. I was so happy for him, and jealous of his cart. He had a double stroller! Very nice, man! Being in such a touristy area makes me a pink elephant in the middle of all the grey elephants. I stand out, and I know it. My cart and shirt tell my purpose, and I'm on day 15 with zero police pullovers. What a difference it makes! The question I'm getting from many people (repeatedly) is, "Are you really going to Key West?". They see it. They just don't believe it. When I explain this is my vacation, it begins to make a tiny bit of sense. Many don't believe me that I'll be done sometime in October. That's the goal!
With time, and rain chasing me off and on today, I roll into Kittery. I'm at the Days Inn, and not sure if rain will really happen tonight or not. It sure is nice not to have to worry about it, and sleep inside. I enjoy the campgrounds, and sleeping out in the cool weather, but a motel here and there is sure relaxing.
Tomorrow is the day. I leave Maine, but take all my great memories with me. I will be in New Hampshire for a whole 17 miles, then into Massachusetts. That state will have about 86 miles on Route 1. Then Rhode Island with 57 miles there. I've never been to these states and look forward to seeing them up close and personal. I'm going to take the time I desire, each day, to stop and enjoy what a town might have to offer. The miles will get done, and it's time to start stopping a little more when an opportunity presents itself, and something catches my eye.
My next job here tonight is to decide the plans for tomorrow - and tomorrow night. I'm going to check it out and see what looks good. John will arrive a little later here in Kittery.
I hope all is well with everyone, and that your week is going as you'd like it to.
Not sure what the plans are yet for tomorrow. But hey, I'm on vacation and know it will be somewhere down Route 1. **Side note: Larry/Ellen have a friend in Andover that would like to host us tomorrow night, but unfortunately it's just too far off course. What good people they are. Thanks for offering!
Enjoy your evening,
Cyndi
Lauren, I'm thinking of you! And David, thanks for going to my Library Board Meeting tonight, and standing (sitting) in for me. You make a great secretary! XO
Day - 15 New Hampshire soon
There's camping, and there's KOA. That's what they tell me. It's pretty fancy here. It's like an amusement park, but yet a campground. Swimming pool, hot tub, bikes, volleyball, you name it, and they have it. The laundry room is wonderful! There's a swing to relax in while you wait for your laundry. No detail is overlooked. There's a cafe onsite, plenty of individual showers, and restrooms like they have at Buckee's. They have Kabins with a K (all were full), and I had a tent site with electricity and water, and a picnic table I slept on. It's all very nice. And easy. Easy is a good word for it. The employees are bubbly and helpful. It's just been a good experience here. I'll definitely look for more KOA 's. They aren't cheap anymore, though. You pay for this nice camp experience. Still a lot cheaper than a motel. The only difference is you sleep outside. Other than that, KOA is on it.
So how do I shower, do laundry and such? I have one hand towel, a bottle of Suave shampoo, and cleaning wipes. Suave shampoo can be used for everything....to wash your hair, your body, your face and your clothes. It's .88 cents of goodness. I bought these all at the Dollar Store after I realized how much camping was going to be involved. These things are obviously not provided, and having them makes everything better - and more normal. You can only dry off with paper towels in the bathroom for so long. It's tedious. I may or may not have done that. So when I shower, those are the only supplies I need, and my toothbrush of course. It's s minimalist life. Everything I need, I push along with me. What item have I used the most? Unexpectedly, my yoga mat. It's great for everything! I'm so glad I have it.
I awoke this morning to a cool 58 degrees. Perfect for camping! John made it in last night, and we have a goal of getting to Kittery today. About 37-38 miles. I've made a motel reservation there, and always look forward to sleeping in a bed. New Hampshire will be just down the road after that. It's been around 540 miles here in Maine. Who knew?!
I'm going to go roll my sleeping bag up, brush my teeth, and get ready for my day.
Have a wonderful Tuesday!
I'll see you later, down the road,
Cyndi
So how do I shower, do laundry and such? I have one hand towel, a bottle of Suave shampoo, and cleaning wipes. Suave shampoo can be used for everything....to wash your hair, your body, your face and your clothes. It's .88 cents of goodness. I bought these all at the Dollar Store after I realized how much camping was going to be involved. These things are obviously not provided, and having them makes everything better - and more normal. You can only dry off with paper towels in the bathroom for so long. It's tedious. I may or may not have done that. So when I shower, those are the only supplies I need, and my toothbrush of course. It's s minimalist life. Everything I need, I push along with me. What item have I used the most? Unexpectedly, my yoga mat. It's great for everything! I'm so glad I have it.
I awoke this morning to a cool 58 degrees. Perfect for camping! John made it in last night, and we have a goal of getting to Kittery today. About 37-38 miles. I've made a motel reservation there, and always look forward to sleeping in a bed. New Hampshire will be just down the road after that. It's been around 540 miles here in Maine. Who knew?!
I'm going to go roll my sleeping bag up, brush my teeth, and get ready for my day.
Have a wonderful Tuesday!
I'll see you later, down the road,
Cyndi
Monday, August 14, 2017
Day 14 - Rejuvenated
I awoke to my alarm, in a completely dark room. The bed is more-than-comfortable, the temperature just right, and I feel like someone must have pushed my "OFF " button last night. I don't think I turned over, heard anything, or remember anything during the night. I was out, completely out. The delicious dinner and dessert Ellen had made was the finale to my day the night before. The guest room and guest bed was a retreat. Darkness, quiet and peaceful. There were no worries. Only rest. I did get up when my alarm sounded. I felt completely rejuvenated, and ready for the day. I go to the kitchen quietly and get my banana/peanut butter and some cold brew coffee they had for me in the refrigerator. I enjoy that sitting up in the luscious bed, just relaxing and enjoying my breakfast quietly. It's then I received a call from Lauren, and she was at the airport waiting for her flight #1, of 2, for the day. We visited and caught up on her weekend that was spent with her good friend in North Carolina. It was good to hear her voice and a great way to start the day. After that, I proceeded to gather my things and get ready to go. What a wonderful visit I had, and considered it my favorite place I've stayed yet. Granted, I've slept outside a lot, but it was glorious just the same. Ellen and Larry get up just as I'm about to head out the door. I hug and say my goodbyes, thank them, review the directions for getting back to Route 1 (I was off course about 1 1/2 miles, and it was certainly well worth it!) and head out the door. I have brought Thank You notes along in my cart, and left them one on the bedside table in the guest room. I just appreciated everything they did so very much. I may have mentioned, but their son has hiked the AT, rock climbs all over the US, and is a adventurer at heart. Needless to say, they "get" me. And welcomed me with open arms. Larry, is a molecular scientist, while Ellen is a retired preschool teacher. I learned so much from them both, and enjoyed getting to know them.
Now, it's go-time. I have a long day (over 40 miles) to get to my KOA campground in Saco/Old Orchard. Add in detours around Portland, and it will be quite a day. I started out well, and saw John along my way to the first town. We talked and caught up. He had made it to Brunswick last night around 10 pm and stayed in a motel. We will meet again tonight at the KOA Saco/Old Orchard Holiday campground. Off I go. I got to the outskirts of Portland with no problems. Matter of fact, it was lovely the whole way there. I ate early, and often. I'm going to stay ahead of my calories due to the mileage and time. I've done well so far, and sometimes just need to make a extra effort to continue it. So I stopped at a French bakery and had a ham and swiss croissant, then later I stopped at a deli and had a pastromi sandwich. I just made sure I was eating every so often.
As I approached Portland, Route 1 joins the Interstate, so I have to find an alternative route. What do I do? Call my travel coordinator, Sheryl (my sister) the Route Master, and she takes a look at the options, drops "a man" in to see how the road's shoulder looks, and checks mileage. After evaluating the options, she suggests to take Baxter St around Back Cove, over to Dartmouth, then to St Johns Rd. This detour will take me to Veterans Memorial Bridge, as only certain bridges can be crossed as pedestrians. This will be the second Bridge I take on Portland, as the first one was still on Route 1. Seeing what Portland has to offer is completely different "on foot". It's just not easy to enjoy what it has to offer. My roadways are limited. I did throughly enjoy the beauty of it, especially going along the path of Back Cove. It literally is a path right beside the water all the way around the Cove. So pretty! I came across an elderly man walking along, and he stops me to inquire about my journey to Key West (it's on the front of my cart). He said that I was going north, the wrong way. I tried to explain I "had to", in order to get back around to Route 1 (without an interstate with it). He said, " I know a better way!". I was super excited someone was going to tell me a shorter way around town! "Go to the airport ". Not funny.
I make all my detours, enjoy all the sites, eat yummy food, and enjoy that Maine breeze I love so much. I know my time in Maine is coming to an end. Another day or so. Gonna miss you, Maine! All 540 miles of you on (mostly) Route 1.
After detouring around Portland, I started moving again nicely. I got to talk to Lauren again while she had a layover in Chicago. I got to talk to David along the way today. It's just been good all the way around! Now I still had a little ways to go to the campground. And then finally, there it was. The biggest KOA sign I've ever seen!! I'm here! Wow, and I'm more tired than I thought I would be. That's okay, as I'm in a safe place and will sleep (most likely) on the picnic table after I take a nice, long shower. That always makes me feel good. Good sure feels good.
It's been another day of site-seeing. I enjoyed (most) every mile! But it's time to shower and settle in. This campground has it all. Everything you need, even a cafe onsite. I'm set!! Time to go unwind, and I hope you get to do the same!
Let's do this again tomorrow,
Cyndi, who needs to figure out where that destination will be. Most likely close to New Hampshire!!
Now, it's go-time. I have a long day (over 40 miles) to get to my KOA campground in Saco/Old Orchard. Add in detours around Portland, and it will be quite a day. I started out well, and saw John along my way to the first town. We talked and caught up. He had made it to Brunswick last night around 10 pm and stayed in a motel. We will meet again tonight at the KOA Saco/Old Orchard Holiday campground. Off I go. I got to the outskirts of Portland with no problems. Matter of fact, it was lovely the whole way there. I ate early, and often. I'm going to stay ahead of my calories due to the mileage and time. I've done well so far, and sometimes just need to make a extra effort to continue it. So I stopped at a French bakery and had a ham and swiss croissant, then later I stopped at a deli and had a pastromi sandwich. I just made sure I was eating every so often.
As I approached Portland, Route 1 joins the Interstate, so I have to find an alternative route. What do I do? Call my travel coordinator, Sheryl (my sister) the Route Master, and she takes a look at the options, drops "a man" in to see how the road's shoulder looks, and checks mileage. After evaluating the options, she suggests to take Baxter St around Back Cove, over to Dartmouth, then to St Johns Rd. This detour will take me to Veterans Memorial Bridge, as only certain bridges can be crossed as pedestrians. This will be the second Bridge I take on Portland, as the first one was still on Route 1. Seeing what Portland has to offer is completely different "on foot". It's just not easy to enjoy what it has to offer. My roadways are limited. I did throughly enjoy the beauty of it, especially going along the path of Back Cove. It literally is a path right beside the water all the way around the Cove. So pretty! I came across an elderly man walking along, and he stops me to inquire about my journey to Key West (it's on the front of my cart). He said that I was going north, the wrong way. I tried to explain I "had to", in order to get back around to Route 1 (without an interstate with it). He said, " I know a better way!". I was super excited someone was going to tell me a shorter way around town! "Go to the airport ". Not funny.
I make all my detours, enjoy all the sites, eat yummy food, and enjoy that Maine breeze I love so much. I know my time in Maine is coming to an end. Another day or so. Gonna miss you, Maine! All 540 miles of you on (mostly) Route 1.
After detouring around Portland, I started moving again nicely. I got to talk to Lauren again while she had a layover in Chicago. I got to talk to David along the way today. It's just been good all the way around! Now I still had a little ways to go to the campground. And then finally, there it was. The biggest KOA sign I've ever seen!! I'm here! Wow, and I'm more tired than I thought I would be. That's okay, as I'm in a safe place and will sleep (most likely) on the picnic table after I take a nice, long shower. That always makes me feel good. Good sure feels good.
It's been another day of site-seeing. I enjoyed (most) every mile! But it's time to shower and settle in. This campground has it all. Everything you need, even a cafe onsite. I'm set!! Time to go unwind, and I hope you get to do the same!
Let's do this again tomorrow,
Cyndi, who needs to figure out where that destination will be. Most likely close to New Hampshire!!
Sunday, August 13, 2017
Day and Night 13 - "Home" for tonight
With the day beginning well (coffee, banana and peanut butter), I was excited to begin my journey to Brunswick. I had my cart stocked, and ready to roll. Along Route 1 today, there will be multiple towns with plentiful drink and food. There was no rain during the night, and none forecasted for the area(s) I would be traveling today. As I headed down the road, the ups and downs begin. I expected a day of it, but those steeper grades turned into more hill-like. And with a large smooth shoulder, this is a combination of goodness. I felt good, and was happy to see even a slight change in the terrain. The bonus was, the direction of Route 1 delivered miles of a shaded shoulder. What's that?! As that has not happened before. But I enjoyed it SO much. Off and on shade is always a treat. And the breeze.....geeezzz...that's one thing I will always remember about Maine. It's the perfect breeze. Right temperature, not to strong , and feels nice. So that was the theme of the day. The picturesque views are a glorious site for my eyes. I felt like I was really on vacation!
When I was coming into the town of Bath, Route 1 turned into a divided highway. That was okay, but after crossing a bridge, I was forced to exit the highway. Strange, and as I tried to get back on (facing traffic side), I couldn't get "up" the exit ramp because the traffic was just too much, and there was no shoulder on the exit ramp. It was a recipe for disaster. I checked out the area on my Maps and noticed Hwy is 26 runs right beside Route 1 for the next 7 miles (while Route 1 is divided, with official entrances and exit ramps). Well, that was a wise decision. It was far safer than trying to get back on Route 1. There was much less traffic, it was actually quiet. There were food places along the way, and I stopped for ice cream, too. I stopped to take pictures, and basically just enjoyed myself all the way. Just before I was getting into Brunswick, I saw it. A Walmart. I'll pop in real quick and stock up on my staples of bananas, peanut butter, bean dip and tortillas. It was a quick in-and -out. Who watches my cart while I shop? This time, the Walmart greeter did. He was a big fan of the thought of this "going across the US thing". When I was leaving, I thanked him, and he said, " You better hurry, you don't have time to dilly dally". Okay then. Off I go! Once in the parking lot, I cut across it, and a truck stops. Are you really going to Key West?! I tell him yes, I really am. He proceeds to tell me he could give me a ride, because that's where he's going for his daughter's wedding. Uh huh. Thanks, but I think I'll pass. He may really be going there. Or not.
I cruise in to Brunswick, and find it super cool! It's my new official favorite city yet. The downtown area, all the shops and cafes, the little foot bridges across the water ways, and its overall vibe. Nice, calm yet cool. When I get to where 26 meets Route 1, I text Larry and tell him I'm close to their house. Turns out, he was out walking (he's a huge fan of walking!) and was close by. I wait at that area for him, and sure enough, he's there, on foot, too! And turns out, the building I'm in front of (an old fixed up super cool building now) is where his office is. He wants to show me their office, and so we go inside. It's been fixed up so nicely! We don't stay long at his office, and it's time to head to their house. He walks to and from work every day, so off we go. It's 1 1/2 mile off course, but I look forward to a real house, with real people and real food. Larry and Ellen are two of the nicest people I'll ever meet! **I met them on the plane from DFW to Boston** So, we get to their house, and I meet Maui, their dog, and Earl, their cat. Being in their home makes me miss home so bad. It's such a beautiful home, with lots of natural light shining in.
I'm sent to the shower (2 days no shower now), and it's the bomb. No wondering about a creepy shower. It's great! Just like being at home. Then, I gather some things out of my cart, and piddle around, getting ready for tomorrow. I notice they are both on the couch with their laptops in their laps, just relaxing. I join in on their laptop party. We talk, visit, look at our devices and just unwind. No hurry to go anywhere or do anything. I learn more about them and their family. They have questions for me, and then we get ready for dinner as we talk. Ellen has cooked Bolognese, and the house is filled with this terrific smell!! We sit down at the kitchen table to eat. Pasta, salad, bread and the meat sauce. Best I've ever had, I loved it! We are talking and enjoying dinner, then she brings out dessert. Blueberry Peach Pie - with whipped cream! There are so many details of this evening, that I don't think I can list them all. My favorite? Maui, their dog, gets to lick everybody's plate after they are done eating. He's knows it too. Also, their favorite show is mine too. Big Bang Theory. Such a nice evening, but I have to go lay down. I'm just really tired! I thank them a thousand times over. So very grateful! I'm ready to go hop in a regular bed. So ready.
My eyes are trying to close, so I'll cut this short. Synopsis: This day Rivals as a favorite-day-yet, for me! The trip here AND the wonderful company has made this day marvelous. Oh, and this little city. Another favorite!! I loved everything about this day!! And it's about to continue the reign of goodness when I sleep in this bed. I'm so very fortunate to be around such kind people. And a good cook!
Time to rest,
Cyndi
Update: John will also be here at a motel in Brunswick later tonight. Then we'll be back in sync!
When I was coming into the town of Bath, Route 1 turned into a divided highway. That was okay, but after crossing a bridge, I was forced to exit the highway. Strange, and as I tried to get back on (facing traffic side), I couldn't get "up" the exit ramp because the traffic was just too much, and there was no shoulder on the exit ramp. It was a recipe for disaster. I checked out the area on my Maps and noticed Hwy is 26 runs right beside Route 1 for the next 7 miles (while Route 1 is divided, with official entrances and exit ramps). Well, that was a wise decision. It was far safer than trying to get back on Route 1. There was much less traffic, it was actually quiet. There were food places along the way, and I stopped for ice cream, too. I stopped to take pictures, and basically just enjoyed myself all the way. Just before I was getting into Brunswick, I saw it. A Walmart. I'll pop in real quick and stock up on my staples of bananas, peanut butter, bean dip and tortillas. It was a quick in-and -out. Who watches my cart while I shop? This time, the Walmart greeter did. He was a big fan of the thought of this "going across the US thing". When I was leaving, I thanked him, and he said, " You better hurry, you don't have time to dilly dally". Okay then. Off I go! Once in the parking lot, I cut across it, and a truck stops. Are you really going to Key West?! I tell him yes, I really am. He proceeds to tell me he could give me a ride, because that's where he's going for his daughter's wedding. Uh huh. Thanks, but I think I'll pass. He may really be going there. Or not.
I cruise in to Brunswick, and find it super cool! It's my new official favorite city yet. The downtown area, all the shops and cafes, the little foot bridges across the water ways, and its overall vibe. Nice, calm yet cool. When I get to where 26 meets Route 1, I text Larry and tell him I'm close to their house. Turns out, he was out walking (he's a huge fan of walking!) and was close by. I wait at that area for him, and sure enough, he's there, on foot, too! And turns out, the building I'm in front of (an old fixed up super cool building now) is where his office is. He wants to show me their office, and so we go inside. It's been fixed up so nicely! We don't stay long at his office, and it's time to head to their house. He walks to and from work every day, so off we go. It's 1 1/2 mile off course, but I look forward to a real house, with real people and real food. Larry and Ellen are two of the nicest people I'll ever meet! **I met them on the plane from DFW to Boston** So, we get to their house, and I meet Maui, their dog, and Earl, their cat. Being in their home makes me miss home so bad. It's such a beautiful home, with lots of natural light shining in.
I'm sent to the shower (2 days no shower now), and it's the bomb. No wondering about a creepy shower. It's great! Just like being at home. Then, I gather some things out of my cart, and piddle around, getting ready for tomorrow. I notice they are both on the couch with their laptops in their laps, just relaxing. I join in on their laptop party. We talk, visit, look at our devices and just unwind. No hurry to go anywhere or do anything. I learn more about them and their family. They have questions for me, and then we get ready for dinner as we talk. Ellen has cooked Bolognese, and the house is filled with this terrific smell!! We sit down at the kitchen table to eat. Pasta, salad, bread and the meat sauce. Best I've ever had, I loved it! We are talking and enjoying dinner, then she brings out dessert. Blueberry Peach Pie - with whipped cream! There are so many details of this evening, that I don't think I can list them all. My favorite? Maui, their dog, gets to lick everybody's plate after they are done eating. He's knows it too. Also, their favorite show is mine too. Big Bang Theory. Such a nice evening, but I have to go lay down. I'm just really tired! I thank them a thousand times over. So very grateful! I'm ready to go hop in a regular bed. So ready.
My eyes are trying to close, so I'll cut this short. Synopsis: This day Rivals as a favorite-day-yet, for me! The trip here AND the wonderful company has made this day marvelous. Oh, and this little city. Another favorite!! I loved everything about this day!! And it's about to continue the reign of goodness when I sleep in this bed. I'm so very fortunate to be around such kind people. And a good cook!
Time to rest,
Cyndi
Update: John will also be here at a motel in Brunswick later tonight. Then we'll be back in sync!
Day 13 - Turn of Events
Despite every blessing, things are not always rainbows, butterflies and unicorns. I was in the perfect place last night. On a covered porch of a Veterinarian Clinic. It was well lit, yet well concealed, close to the highway, and just down the way for a McDonald's coffee in the morning. I had settled on my spot for the night, put my sleeping bag out, and got a text from John saying he couldn't get there, and had to stop. Since all motels, Inn's and B&B's are full along the Atlantic Coast Highway (for the most part), he did find a motel that put up a rollaway bed in a back room for him. They even let him shower, and he seemed better after settling in there. He's back in Waldosboro, and our plans are to meet back up soon. I was apprehensive to sleep outside like that by myself last night. I had no choice really, as I called the few local motels and such in Damariscotta, all full. "Good luck to you", they would say as they hung up. My faith will see me through this.
I ended up sleeping well, as yesterday was a really rough day (for both John and I). I set my alarm to get up, and was sound asleep when it went off. The temperature was perfect for outdoor 'camping ', and turns out, no rain. I could have slept for many more hours like that. But McDonald's coffee was awaiting me. Gotta go! I packed what few things I had unpacked, and headed down the road. No fog, nice! It's very damp in the air, but overall, just right. Everything feels damp. My sleeping bag, my clothes. No worries, it's not a big deal. Breakfast is complete, I brush my teeth in their bathroom, and I'm off again, feeling brand new and oh-so-thankful for all this around me. I have everything I need.
For now though, I am headed to Brunswick to stay with Larry and Ellen. That will be a wonderful retreat! I should find out how John is feeling after awhile. I imagine I'll wait for him sometime tomorrow. He already said he won't make it to my friends tonight. So probably tomorrow we'll sync up our schedules. Portland is down the pipeline of cities coming up. I checked there....motels booked up like crazy. So I went ahead and made a reservation at a KOA for Monday night, so I'll have a "sure" place to stay. It's around there John and I should get back on track.
Everyday is such a new and different experience. Almost like waking up and it's Christmas! I'll see what today brings.
Enjoy your beautiful Sunday,
Cyndi
I ended up sleeping well, as yesterday was a really rough day (for both John and I). I set my alarm to get up, and was sound asleep when it went off. The temperature was perfect for outdoor 'camping ', and turns out, no rain. I could have slept for many more hours like that. But McDonald's coffee was awaiting me. Gotta go! I packed what few things I had unpacked, and headed down the road. No fog, nice! It's very damp in the air, but overall, just right. Everything feels damp. My sleeping bag, my clothes. No worries, it's not a big deal. Breakfast is complete, I brush my teeth in their bathroom, and I'm off again, feeling brand new and oh-so-thankful for all this around me. I have everything I need.
For now though, I am headed to Brunswick to stay with Larry and Ellen. That will be a wonderful retreat! I should find out how John is feeling after awhile. I imagine I'll wait for him sometime tomorrow. He already said he won't make it to my friends tonight. So probably tomorrow we'll sync up our schedules. Portland is down the pipeline of cities coming up. I checked there....motels booked up like crazy. So I went ahead and made a reservation at a KOA for Monday night, so I'll have a "sure" place to stay. It's around there John and I should get back on track.
Everyday is such a new and different experience. Almost like waking up and it's Christmas! I'll see what today brings.
Enjoy your beautiful Sunday,
Cyndi
Saturday, August 12, 2017
Night 12 - Rain, Rain, Go Away
Your can't sugar coat this. Rain, shoulder issues (part of the way), back in the mountains and I am a little tired. The ups and downs (literally) won today. The mountains beat me. It rained til around noon, then cleared up nicely. I didn't really like the rain, but it was warm and just a regular rain. No big wind or storms. Just rain coming straight down. It was the mountain grades that got me today. Route 1 moved away from the coast a bit, and you know what that means in Maine. Mountains.
My morning actually started telling Richard goodbye. (His wife wasn't up yet). He offered us coffee, but I declined, as he had done more than enough by letting me take cover under their awning of their RV, and the use of their reclining outdoor chairs. It was pretty nice!! And I so appreciate it. I told him thank you, thank you, thank you!! And down the road I went.
I did stop a few times to tape hot spots on my feet. I stopped for coffee once. I used any excuse to stop, to get out of the rain. But I was making horrible time, and it looked like a long day ahead of me. That's okay, I'll get there eventually. I just had trouble lighting a fire under myself today. I was moving at warp speed. The only thing fast were the cars flying by me. The traffic was like someone had turned on a facet....and instead of water coming out, cars did. They were one after the other, for miles and miles! I could hardly believe it, it was a constant stream. The road noise was a little much. I spent the day heading to Damariscotta. The motels are full, as most any Inn, B&B and certainly motel is full. Only the super expensive places are left with vacancy. I can't tell you how many places I've gone by that day "No Vacancy ". It's the weekend, I'm in a tourist hotspot, and on a popular highway. It's so very beautiful with lots to do.
So in my situation, it's about finding a place to camp for the night, as we've done a number of times now. There's no campground close, so I've picked out two spots so far. 1) The Vet Clinic that has a fabulous deck with coverage, or 2) The covered dugout at the high school. I haven't made a final decision, but it will be one of those, most likely.
My day was very uneventful, mainly very dreary. Fog, clouds and rain. So much that I could not see the ocean whenever it presented itself. I understand the fog here is completely normal. It did all burn off by around noon, and that amazing breeze showed up. It's one of my favorite things about Maine. The breeze is refreshing. Not hot, not cold, just right. I've had several vehicles beep-beep a friendly hello and wave frantically. Some have seen me previously, some may be encouraging me, but mostly it's s friendly "Hello!", and I appreciate it. I always wave back.
Upon arriving in Damariscotta, I started looking for a "camp site". What I did come across was a Subway, next to a laundromat. Since I had plenty of time, I decided to do some laundry. It was great! I could also charge my devices (phone, flashing blinking lights - much needed in the am!). I used their restroom there to wash my face and clean up a bit. I even washed my sleeping bag because it REALLY needed it. I ate dinner at Subway, and will go by the grocery store here, as well. Just regular maintenance things, and I'm fortunate it's all in such close proximity.
My best news of the day came when Larry contacted me. Remember him? The Scientist. He and his wife, Ellen sat next to me on my flight from DFW to Boston. They asked me to pop by when I pass through their town. Larry works right off Route 1, and they live about 1 1/2 miles away from Route 1. Coincidentally, that's my 'landing' spot tomorrow. They live in Topshan, and I'll be going to Brunswick tomorrow, which is adjacent to where they live. Of course, Larry won't be at his office on Sunday, but they have invited me to stay with them tomorrow night. They mentioned dinner, a spare room, shower and a laundry opportunity. How wonderful, and I'm super excited about sleeping in a regular bed, having a family dinner, and maybe coffee in the morning. But mostly, it will be nice to visit with them.
Going to wind things up, and head to a spot to lay my head.
Enjoy your evening,
Cyndi
My morning actually started telling Richard goodbye. (His wife wasn't up yet). He offered us coffee, but I declined, as he had done more than enough by letting me take cover under their awning of their RV, and the use of their reclining outdoor chairs. It was pretty nice!! And I so appreciate it. I told him thank you, thank you, thank you!! And down the road I went.
I did stop a few times to tape hot spots on my feet. I stopped for coffee once. I used any excuse to stop, to get out of the rain. But I was making horrible time, and it looked like a long day ahead of me. That's okay, I'll get there eventually. I just had trouble lighting a fire under myself today. I was moving at warp speed. The only thing fast were the cars flying by me. The traffic was like someone had turned on a facet....and instead of water coming out, cars did. They were one after the other, for miles and miles! I could hardly believe it, it was a constant stream. The road noise was a little much. I spent the day heading to Damariscotta. The motels are full, as most any Inn, B&B and certainly motel is full. Only the super expensive places are left with vacancy. I can't tell you how many places I've gone by that day "No Vacancy ". It's the weekend, I'm in a tourist hotspot, and on a popular highway. It's so very beautiful with lots to do.
So in my situation, it's about finding a place to camp for the night, as we've done a number of times now. There's no campground close, so I've picked out two spots so far. 1) The Vet Clinic that has a fabulous deck with coverage, or 2) The covered dugout at the high school. I haven't made a final decision, but it will be one of those, most likely.
My day was very uneventful, mainly very dreary. Fog, clouds and rain. So much that I could not see the ocean whenever it presented itself. I understand the fog here is completely normal. It did all burn off by around noon, and that amazing breeze showed up. It's one of my favorite things about Maine. The breeze is refreshing. Not hot, not cold, just right. I've had several vehicles beep-beep a friendly hello and wave frantically. Some have seen me previously, some may be encouraging me, but mostly it's s friendly "Hello!", and I appreciate it. I always wave back.
Upon arriving in Damariscotta, I started looking for a "camp site". What I did come across was a Subway, next to a laundromat. Since I had plenty of time, I decided to do some laundry. It was great! I could also charge my devices (phone, flashing blinking lights - much needed in the am!). I used their restroom there to wash my face and clean up a bit. I even washed my sleeping bag because it REALLY needed it. I ate dinner at Subway, and will go by the grocery store here, as well. Just regular maintenance things, and I'm fortunate it's all in such close proximity.
My best news of the day came when Larry contacted me. Remember him? The Scientist. He and his wife, Ellen sat next to me on my flight from DFW to Boston. They asked me to pop by when I pass through their town. Larry works right off Route 1, and they live about 1 1/2 miles away from Route 1. Coincidentally, that's my 'landing' spot tomorrow. They live in Topshan, and I'll be going to Brunswick tomorrow, which is adjacent to where they live. Of course, Larry won't be at his office on Sunday, but they have invited me to stay with them tomorrow night. They mentioned dinner, a spare room, shower and a laundry opportunity. How wonderful, and I'm super excited about sleeping in a regular bed, having a family dinner, and maybe coffee in the morning. But mostly, it will be nice to visit with them.
Going to wind things up, and head to a spot to lay my head.
Enjoy your evening,
Cyndi
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