"Rock Lobster" by The
Our camping spots in Maine and New Hampshire have proven to be very
restful. Over the last few weeks we’ve been visiting some big cities and
spending long days touring. Big cities and opportunities for major site
seeing tours are few and far between up here, though. The relaxed pace,
and getting back to nature, have been very welcome.
In Maine, we stayed at Deserts of Maine – the “biggest natural
phenomenon in the state”, according to the owners. The Desert is several
acres of sand in the middle of farm and forest area, and that’s about
the extent of it. They do give tours. A short ride in a circle around
the property- the tour is pretty short. Not too much to say. It is just
sand after all.
The rest of our Maine stop was self-guided. We drove down the coast,
visiting lighthouses and getting out every so often checking out the
rocky shore line. A couple of lobster rolls later, and it was time to
start moving west.
Leaving Maine triggered the official start of the “Northern Leg” of our
trip. First stop was New Hampshire.
In New Hampshire we stayed in Woodstock, a little town nestled within
the White Mountains. This area is very beautiful- wooded, with clear
mountain streams and waterfalls.
Our one full day in the White Mountains, we got up early and drove to
the base of Mt. Washington. At 6, 288 feet, Mt. Washington is the
tallest mountain in the northeastern United States. There are three ways
to get to the top: drive, hike (the Appalachian trail runs along the
upper slopes), or take the cog railway. We took what was probably the
scariest route- the cog train.
The cog train climbs straight up the mountain at 2.8 miles per hour.
It’s steep. The only thing keeping us from barreling back down the
mountain was the steam engine built in 1874, a couple of brakes and the
metal cogs that hold the train onto the rail. The railway has been used
for over 100 years, though, and there have been only two accidents in
all that time. So the odds were good, and we made it to the top with
only minor ear damage from the roar of the steam engine and some black
flakes of coal ash in our hair. From the top, the view is beautiful, and
they say you can see several states and Canada when it’s not cloudy.
After the train, we drove through the mountains, avoiding any mud roads.
There were several Moose Crossing signs, but despite a constant lookout
we never spotted one. Maybe we’ll have more luck in Vermont.
So as we said, these stops have proven to be very restful and nice.
Marley relaxed too, and even got a little extra food, though without
We left him alone for awhile one afternoon and he ate half of the bag of
bird seed that had been mistakenly left on his level. Usually we do a
run through- garbage, plastic bags, books, cans, pens and pencils, and
anything smaller than a tennis ball- put it out of reach. The bird seed
we’ve been leaving out for months now. He’s never touched it, never
shown any interest in it at all, so we thought we were safe. He was just
waiting for the right moment.
The uneaten half ended up scattered on the floor, ground into the
carpet, on the couch, in the heater vents, and most disturbingly, on the
table. After clean-sweeping everything about 100 times, it became clear
that as long as we own this trailer we will be stepping on little
kernels of birdseed and cursing ourselves and the dog. The
unpleasantness continued into the next day as Marley became a walking
bird feed dispenser. These are the days of our lives.
We can only blame ourselves. He is a dog, after all. Plus, he’s done
this kind of thing before. As our President would say, “Fool me once,
shame on…shame on you. If fool me… We can’t get fooled again.” Well, you
know what he means.