Instead of heading south, we head west to New Hamphire. I don't think we had ever been inland in Maine, we have always driven along the coast. Each little town had that down east charm, you could have cast "Murder, She wrote" in any of them! We ended up sending Nathan his birthday card, that we forgot to give him, from Naples....because we are going to Naples, Italy, in a month. In hindsite, I guess it was a little cheesy, but at least we got the card mailed.
Well, our family meeting in North Conway got canned, so we headed south. Our reservation for the night was too far away, so a quick replan left us at Quechee Gorge (about ten miles from where I lived in Vermont for awhile). No utilities, just the smell of a pine forest. So we parked the RV, built a small log home, and lived happily ever after. Then I woke up.
Here's the problem. We have commitments, so there is only one more night before we have to be home. Going to Pennsylvania is too far, so it's gotta be New Jersey. For some reason, New Jersey hates dogs. There are no state campgrounds in Northern or Central New Jersey that allow dogs. KOA hates New Jersey. There are no KOA's in Northern or Central New Jersey. Deb suggests a Pet Friendly motel... Okay, we gotta plan...
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