We are now on the final part of the trip. We pass through the birth place of Thomas Edison, and the town that Archibald Willard painted “The Spirit of ‘76” without even batting an eye. We head right for the campsite, make dinner, change the sheets, catch up on e-mail. It has rained really hard here in the past few days and everything is muddy. So instead of hiking, we make meatloaf (slow cooker style) and garlic bread (pan cooked).
It will be an early start for the next two days, at least early for us...half the time it seems like the campground empties before we wake up.
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