Late Post (day after)
Massachusetts to New Hampshire
Boston, Massachusetts was a really neat city, especially the historical part of it. Unfortunately, I had to do some work both days I was there but I did manage to go out at night and visit some great bars.
Wednesday night (Aug 23, 2017) I arrived in the Green Mountain and Finger Lakes national park in Vermont. Originally I was going to camp in New Hampshire but I left Massachusetts too late in the day in order to stay on schedule.
I got there a bit late as I left Boston early afternoon and I also stopped for food in Concord, New Hampshire at a great food spot called The Barley House (photo below). You could tell this place was a local spot where people knew each other. The bartenders were friendly and addressed most patrons by first name while simultaneously handing them their favorite drink. I was the fly on the wall listening and watching.
New Hampshire to Vermont
The drive to Vermont from Concord, New Hampshire was so pleasant. The scenery through that area is gorgeous. Mountains covered with trees and quaint homes sprinkled along the base. I drove through a neat little town called Bethel, Vermont. I really wanted to get out and shoot some of the store fronts and homes. It looked to be established in the mid 1800’s to early 1900’s. I’ll be sure to go back when I can.
I got to the campgrounds around 21:00 EDT and it was pretty dark since there was cloud cover. I was hoping to get there while it was still light out so that I could walk around after setting up the tent…that didn’t happen.
As I pulled up to the campground host check-in, I was greeted by two lovely people named Bob and Mary. Bob (as I found out later) is a retired veteran and they both live in Florida during the colder months.
I step out of the car onto the dirt road.
“Hey how are you guys?”
They both reply, “Hey! How are you?” in a soft volumed but still pleasant voice.
I guiltily express, “I know it’s a little late but I wanted to find out if there were anymore spaces available for tonight. I’m only staying for the night.”
Bob looks at Mary, “There are a few spots open right? Yea, 12 through 18 I believe are open and a few others. Just go down there,” pointing at the self service kiosk, “it’s just $10.”
“I don’t have $10 on me but do you guys take cards?” I ask. Of course they don’t. Then I say, “Can I PayPal you?”.
They burst into laughter and say, “No, no we don’t touch the money, it goes to the state. Just fill out your info card and place it on your camp site and then you can pay in the morning.”
So I head back to my car and turn around so my headlights are shining on the self-service kiosk. No more than a minute after I start to fill out the card, Bob comes down the hill a few paces and says, “Here. It’s a voucher that we’ve had and you’re doing a great thing and traveling. This will give you a night free, just put it in that envelope and you’re good.”
I exclaim, (in my quiet inside voice), “Really?? Thank you so much Bob! I appreciate this.”
So grateful for their kindness and willingness to help. Again, this is exactly why I’m doing this trip. No, no not for the vouchers ha! For the experience of all things dealing with human connectivity.
After filling out my hangtag for the campsite, I got my camping gear out of the car to setup my tent.
Here’s a time lapse:
Since it was too late to really do much, I edited some photos from the drone and then went to sleep…
Until something woke me up…
It was about 4:30 EDT in the morning and I heard these sounds. There were multiple “animals” and one or two of them were about 15 yards from me if I had to take a guess. I sat in silence inside my tent, muffling my breathing and noting all the brainless things that people do in thriller movies that I’ve seen. Vowing not to ever be “that person”, I slowed my breathing and listened. If it were day time, I would’ve gone outside my tent. However, being that I only had a camping knife on me, I wasn’t about to cut my trip short (pun intended)!
If anyone knows a zoologist or animal sound expert, please let them hear this! Share this sound at least so we can all find out what it is. At first it sounds like an owl and then shit gets real. I know for certain there aren’t any primates in Vermont, right?
UPDATE: It’s a Barred Owl! Take a listen to the second clip: https://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Barred_Owl/sounds
Vermont to North Carolina
Yesterday I spent about 14 hours on the road traveling to North Carolina. Long day. I left around 9:00 EDT and got to North Carolina around 23:20 EDT. My friend ordered me some pizza before arriving and we had a catch up session before she had to go to sleep.