We passed about 10 miles north of London, Ontario and stayed at a nice motorhome park in a tiny little town called Granton. All of our time in Canada (all of about 24 hours) was spent in Ontario farmland. It was beautiful country and the farms appeared to be productive and better maintained than many of the American counterparts we had driven through in South Dakota and Minnesota. Gas up there is selling for about a $1.40 per liter but fortunately we did not have to buy any Canadian gasoline. The following day we were back on the road and reentered the US of A on Interstate 190 just North of Niagara Falls. To get back into our homeland we waited in line for a couple of hours, which was no fun. The border patrol ask more questions than the Canadians did like "why are you in a car lane instead of the RV Lane". Well, Vicki was driving. 'Nuff said. They didn't appear to care about dogs or guns either one but did actually climb on board our rig to make sure our pictures matched our passports. Finally they let us return to the United States in spite of being in the wrong lane.
We spent the night of July 7 in Blossvale, NY, which I'm sure you are all familiar with. No you're not. You've never heard of it. It's so tiny, it doesn't even show up on Microsoft Streets and Trips. But it was a Passport America campground, so by driving 10 miles out of our way we saved ourselves a few bucks. The following day we were back on the road and finally made it to Vermont. We were officially in New England.
|Covered bridge ar Arlington on the Battenkill|
|Cheese and syrup shop|
humidity is pretty intense. When we first arrived, we felt like we needed snorkels every time we went outside. The temperatures have not been particularly high but if you go out and try to do any kind of activity you quickly get pretty drippy. Fortunately, we bought a dehumidifier for the motorhome back in February in case we started getting condensation in the freezing temperatures of Chinle. We never got it out in Arizona but we have been using it here to decrease the interior moisture levels and it works surprisingly well. If you run it all day, you have to empty about a quart of water out of it, and that is water that you would otherwise have been living in. Vicki and Christopher have also complained about mosquitoes but I have been pretty lucky in that regard. I guess the bugs find them more attractive, which is just fine by me.
Somewhere in Michigan, our front air conditioner quit producing cold air and with humidity levels running between 60 and 90%, one air conditioner was not going to be adequate. We thought we were going to have to drive all the way to Massachusetts to get it fixed, but once again a traveling RV service came to the rescue. It kept us at the motorhome all day waiting for repairs Wednesday, but the guy drove 50 miles from East Rupert and found a leak in the copper tubing that had released all the refrigerant. After some welding and recharging the coolant, it seems to be working again although not as efficiently as I would like. I'm afraid we will probably have to replace the unit somewhere down the line but we are getting by for now.
Wednesday evening we decided to go out. There are three restaurants in Arlington and on Wed. they are all closed. So we drove 9 miles north to Manchester and ate at Ye Olde Tavern in an 18th century hostlery. The food was excellent and they had a locally brewed 1770 style ale that was quite good. Maple syrup being the official food of Vermont, Christopher tried a Maple Martini for
dessert. It was OK, but had a glop of syrup in the bottom so the more of it you drank the maplier it
got. The other official Vermont food is "cheddah" cheese. so the next morning Vicki dragged us to the Arlington cheese shop to purchase our required rations of cheese and syrup.
On Thursday we took a circle tour of the Green Mountain national Forest. The original settlers of this area were actually French and they called it "Verde Monts", the Green Mountains in French. It shortens to Vermont, get it? The French wound up siding with the wrong Indians and got kicked out during the French and Indian war. Until then, the area was part of Québec. Anyway, the drive was quite lovely. We went through a lot of little New England style towns. Some of the old houses are really nice but a lot of them are quite run down. We stopped and went through the museum
|Calvin Cooledge's birthplace|
The last couple of days we have been pretty inactive. The Battenkill River runs down the backside of the campground and we swam in it a little bit. You're supposed to be able to go down in an inner tube for about 25 or 30 miles and we were considering that but it's been pretty rainy and none of us were really up for 30 miles of tubing in the rain. We did go to a play last night in Bennington, about 10 miles south of here. We thought the acting was quite good but the play did not seem to have a lot of point to it. I guess I am old-fashioned. I like the story to have a beginning, a middle and an end. This one just had a middle.
|The river ar Quechee|