and proceeded to spend the next half an hour,
ringing the bell.
We had previously told the night auditor that we would be arriving late,
yet it seems he had chosen that time to run out for snacks.
He had told us that he may be asleep and to call and wail on the buzzer
until he woke up.
In the meantime, we were slightly panicked,
as we had reservations and there wasn’t another motel in sight.
Upon his return, he was quite friendly,
yet we discovered that his elderly mother was in the motel apartment,
probably clutching the sheets in fear,
wondering why someone was terrorizing her.
We arrived at maybe 8pm.
The office was closed, but the park was still bustling.
We were informed that the firewood bin, which was usually open after hours,
was promptly closed at the same time the office closed.
The rangers would not budge on this, and suggested we go “into town” for firewood.
“Into Town” was several miles away,
with little guarantee that anything was open.
This is why we didn’t bring firewood in, because the park always had it available.
So, we decided to forge ahead to the campsite, tired and cranky,
with food that needed to be cooked.
We (barely) managed to get a fire started,
after scavenging some twigs from around the campground
and burning mail and Dunkin Donut bags.
Once we got to the point of burning our tiki torches,
Eric decided to take a walk towards the office for firewood.
I was burning anything I could find, just to keep the fire going,
when I heard gunshots.
I chewed my nails, wondering what was happening to Eric,
and about to abandon the fire, when he came strolling up,
But with little wood.
the rangers were scaring a bear out of the campground,
and still refused to give up any wood.
So then, we face the fun task of setting up our truck bed tent.
For the first time.
In the dark.
It was also one of our first arguments! 😀
Finally, after more than likely pissing off our neighbors,
and damn near strangling one another one our honeymoon,
we had the tent set up,
and had managed to cook some incredible burgers and mashed potatoes!
That was the first night I ever slept in a tent,
and I will never forget how it felt to lay under the stars in the mountains of Vermont!
We seem to drive ourselves into positions that aren’t easy to get out of.
Sometimes, these are out of our control,
like when the vehicle breaks down.
Sometimes they are in our control,
“…Let’s go down that road anyway.”
So, maybe we didn’t immediately realize the potential danger for one reason or another,
maybe we did and thought we could swing it.
Maybe we always like to grab the bull by the horns.
There was the time we …
1. …got stuck in the sand at Grinnell’s Beach in Tiverton, RI,
and I swear, the people across the street at Cumbies were laughing about
“another one got stuck”.
The beach has since been outfitted with boulders that separate the beach from the parking lot,
and in our defense, they were once indistinguishable from one another.
2. …were on Rt.3 North in New Hampshire, very close to the Canadian border,
in “Moose Alley”, again – looking for Moose that we never found,
when the tire on the Hyundai went flat.
3. …were in Mexico, Maine (yes, there is such a place),
when the water pump went on the truck.
My life flashed before my eyes as I realized
that (this ONE time) we had neither tools, nor a water pump on hand.
was directly across the street,
and had it fixed in about an hour and I HIGHLY endorse them!
4. …had the TPS sensor go on the truck in Putnam, CT, and by the grace of God,
we had a spare in the truck!
We were able to fix it on the side of the road,
fingers crossed that it would work,
given that the closest gas was at least a 30 minute DRIVE away.
I could go on, but the worst time actually happened in my favorite state:
We were looking at a piece of landlocked property,
which turned out to be on a mountain,
though the exact property boundaries were hard to map.
There seemed to be access, which is what we were actually investigating.
Before we realized what was happening,
we found ourselves, going up, up, gaining elevation.
We reached the top of a very steep incline, and by this point, it was snowing–
with several inches already on the ground.
I’ll have you know,
it was NOT snowing on the main road that we came in on.
Then Things Got…slightly weird…
I felt like I was in the Twilight Zone, especially when we ended up with
someone’s driveway on our right and a junkyard (?) on our left.
Through the softly falling snow, I noticed that the “access” was not access at all.
At least Mister Vermont Mountaineer DID NOT have a weapon in hand
when we showed up at the end of his driveway,
Due to road conditions and space,
We had to back down the incline.
I thought this was insane to do, but in retrospect, I do believe it saved us.
We were almost at the bottom of the hill, when the car started to slide.
Then, as if the ironic hilarity of the situation wasn’t poignant enough;
“I’m going off the road.”
My eyes darted to Eric, in our Honda in the snowy cocoon on that slippery road,
and he was not joking this time.
I imagined the ravine directly to the right of us, dotted with trees that would stop the car,
but a deep, mountainous ravine nonetheless,
and my heart was in my throat.
The world slowed to a crawl, and went silent.
I closed my eyes, and envisioned the car NOT going off the mountain…
thinking that maybe I could WILL the car to right itself?!
and I prayed my ass off, while Eric the BadAss got us back on the road,
with four iffy tires in a 95 Accord Vtech- the better two being on the front.
We actually DID NOT get stuck that time, but it scared the blazing bejesus outta me
and thus ended our land search in Vermont.
One of our first big trips was to Gettysburg, PA and this time,
we were kid free!
We arrived late (naturally), in Gettysburg square, after midnight
and caught the remnants of the festivities.
We managed to land a room at the Gettysburg Hotel.
As I stepped out of the shower that night, I had my first taste of
The mirror was fogged, and in the very corner was a nice, big
Naturally, I took a photo, but haven’t included it, as I only wanted one photo on this post.
Convinced Eric had done it, I hounded him about it, but he maintained his innocence.
I let it go, and figured there had to be a logical explanation.
That’s what they all say.