What we didn't know was that we would have loved for the trip to New York to have been 5 hours. Or 6 hours. Or 7 hours.
But let's back up to our brief stay in the White Mountains.
Getting there from Maine wasn't too bad, although it was hot. We had to make one detour, which added about 30-40 minutes on to the trip. We were following GPS when it had us turn onto Hurricane Road. But when you make that turn you are immediately blitzed with signs and warnings that the road is not suitable for RVs, towing, and large vehicles. There are also warnings to not follow GPS. So, we had to turn back around and loop around the mountain to US-302, a beautiful and scenic route with towering granite and pine-covered mountains that look like they are in a battle of which what can get taller than the other.
Eventually, we arrived at Dry River campground, which gave us vibes of one of our favorite Pennsylvania state parks: Worlds End. After quickly setting up camp and eating some dinner, we ventured to one of the trails that shoots off of the campground toward Dry River. There, you could mess around in the rocky river bed while cooling off in the crisp water flowing through the granite rocks that range from pebbles to boulders. There was also evidence of a recent flood - or at least higher-than-usual river height.
There is also evidence of two girls who accidently fell into the water.
Once back at the site, the girls reenacted a bunch of scenes from Froze and Frozen 2 before deciding to make a fairy garden next to the camper. By the time they finished, the sun was setting and sleep soon followed.
Thursday was a travel day. So, we quickly ate breakfast, made coffee, and broke down camp. Thursday was the start of 3 nights in the mountains of upstate New York for a family reunion, so we were itching to get on the road arrive in time to do some exploring.
But about 30-45 minutes into our trip, while cruising at 65 MPH on the interstate near the New Hampshire-Vermont border, the tire on our trailer blew.
The good, if there can be any from a situation like this, is that I caught it nearly immediately. I was safely on the shoulder after only 100 or so yards. There was no damage to the camper.
The bad, and there is certainly a lot of bad in these situations, is that we couldn't budge the lug nuts off to loosen the wheel assembly and replace it with a spare. With no breaker bar or impact drill, the the blown out wheel was stuck. We had no choice but to call a roadside assistance company. That would set us back about 2 hours and cost about 5 lobster rolls.
It did make for a pretty sick looking camp decoration.
Once we were back on the road, we had a little drive to south of Burlington, where we caught a ferry (the girls first one) accross Lake Champlain.
From there, it was winding back road to Fish Creek Pond State Park. It was a significantly longer trip than we had hoped for. It was nearly dinnertime when we arrived. Temperatures, thankfully, had dropped to around 80. But that was mostly due to overcast skies and a mist coming across the lake. With limited service, we caught a glimpse of radar and saw that our night was bound to come to an end shortly because a band of showers that accompanied a cold front were going to dampen everything.
It's a beautiful, and huge, campground with hundreds of sites right on the shorelines of the lake. We are situated next to Cara's parents.
Thursday night was filled with an off-and-on drizzle, temperatures dropping to 50, and Molly needing to go out twice between midnight and 6 AM. We all woke up looking to layer up and a little groggy.
The reunion weekend started Friday morning with a hike along Panther Trail, about 10 minutes from the campground. We'll save Friday's adventures for another post.
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