Thursday, June 23, 2011

Bill & Ed's Excellent Adventure...Day 6...Monday, June 20, 2011...Heading for Vermont






This morning, we're up early and breaking camp. Ed wants to knock a few states off of his "bucket list", so we're driving twenty-five miles or so south to Rhode Island for a brief stop and, perhaps, a cocktail.
Entering East Providence, Rhode Island, we see a little spot called the Town Pub and pull right in. Two guys from inside the bar immediately come out into the parking lot, and I figure they're getting ready to tell us that we can't park there. But, no, they're interested in the camper and the solar panel...and...soon, half of the patrons are out in the parking lot checking things out. Inside, we're introduced to all of the people by name and occupation...construction, psychologist, postal service, etc.
It's a very friendly place with very nice people...a lucky find. People want to buy Ed and I some beers, but we haven't had anything to eat, and we've got a lunch stop to make in Ipswich.
The drive to Ipswich is pretty uneventful and, around 1:00PM, we're pulling into the parking lot of the Clam Box for what are, arguably, the best fried clams in New England. As always, the Clam Box does not disappoint...the clams are excellent.
After lunch, we're back on the road and heading to the White Mountains in the northwest corner of New Hampshire...it's a pretty drive, and the mountains are impressive. Around 6:00PM, we arrive at a KOA campground set up in the mountains and next to a river. The staff is friendly and helps me back the camper into our site.
All that driving calls for a few cocktails while we prep for dinner...tonight it's chicken in a spicy Koran stir-fry with Indonesian noodles...excellent. A few glasses of wine with and after dinner...it's early to bed...lulled to sleep by the sound of the river flowing next to our camp.


Ed's Day 5 & 6 Sidebar:
Boston will let you know where you stand if you are an idiot abroad.

Draft beer in Rhode Island, two for three bucks.
Tank of gas for Vermont, forty bucks.
Sleeping on the ground in New Hampshire
on a cold June night, priceless.

Chipmunks everywhere, or maybe they are squirrels.

Ravens the size of cats are not afraid of cars.
They are waiting for cars, in fact,
Lenore.

There are stars the size of diamonds here,
and twice as many.

Fighting with moths
is like gladiator training--
God damn annoying.

listening
listening
to the Ammonoosuc River
listening to the rapids,
hearing the teacher.

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