Category: Camp Sites

Iowa & The Almost Missed Birthday

In the RV, Arthur lost all concept of personal space. To be fair, there wasn’t a lot of space, but he started to sleep on my pillow while I was still sleeping on it. Most mornings, I woke up with a cat foot in my face. 😺

Leaving Pirate KS was absolutely beautiful. I can certainly see how Bella Vista got its name. Once we left what seemed like a river valley, we got hit with wind – a lot of wind. We fought the wind all the way to Iowa. Estella gave up on letting me use the cruise control, and I received the message that it was too slippery – something we hadn’t seen since the winds in Kansas almost a year ago.

We made a quick stop at a Love’s on the way for fuel and snacks, and I saw this kitty sitting outside the gas station. It looked pretty healthy overall, but it was sheltering next to the building because of the wind. Yes, I was tempted to see if it wanted to come with us, but I didn’t think Arthur would appreciate another camper in his space.

We arrived at our Boondocker’s Welcome site after driving by it and having to do a U-turn. It was easy to park and plug in, and I decided not to open the slide out because of the wind.

It was a cozy night, and Arthur found a new place to perch since we were in such tight quarters. We also saw a beautiful sunset as we ended our evening.

The next morning, we were up early and headed to get Estella checked out at Lichtsinn RV. This is our second visit since I bought her, so I had a list. The first thing on it was the fitting to the water heater. The second thing was the window that I had over-cranked months ago. The third thing was the crossbar (?) under the tanks that I was dragging around Colorado before I noticed, crawled under the RV and remove it. I also had some water damage in the bathroom for them to look at and just a basic “health check” on Estella.

Our appointment was at 7:30, and when we got there, they took her in right away. Typically, it’s a whole day visit. Last time, Arthur wasn’t with me, so this time, he got to make some new friends with the service techs and stayed in the RV while I made friends with a very cute dog in the waiting area.

I even had my favorite Kwik Star lunch from the gas station across the road.

Unfortunately, we ended up having to stay the night. On the plus side, Lichtsinn has places to park with electric service, so we had a nice evening even if it was planned. My plan had been to leave that day and get to the farm for my Dad’s 77th birthday, which was the next day. We did get to leave on his birthday, with Estella all fixed up, and were home to wish him a happy birthday in person, but it would’ve been nice to be there the whole day.

A farm morning sunrise, Estella in her outdoor spot, and a sunset on the farm.

Next up, one more post about time in MN, including two work trips and our plans for the next stage of our adventure. Stay tuned!

Laters, Texas!

And, just like that, four months had flown by, and it was time for us to head back to Minnesota. I knew that this was probably not gonna go well for Arthur, so I planned a stop between Austin and Arkansas near Dallas.

So, in Austin, I had a minor disaster with the water heater. 🍫🍫🍫🍫

I first noticed the leak when I was leaving to go on a work trip, so I grabbed a bucket and put it under the van. When I got back the bucket had some water, but it wasn’t full. Of course, I looked at it when I got back to find the source of the leak. And of course, I found it and tried to fix it, which – of course – turned into me breaking it. I ordered a part and thought I could replace the broken part. I could not, so back to a life without running water. Luckily, I was able to make an appointment at Lichtsinn RV on our way back to MN.

We left Austonia on Saturday around 10AM and headed toward Dallas. Since we didn’t have far to drive, I planned for an extended stop at the George W Bush Presidential Museum.

I had lunch at the museum’s restaurant – Cafe 43. There was a really profound quote from the former president that struck a cord with me in the freedom exhibit. “I believe that freedom is a gift from God and in the hope of every human heart. Freedom inspired our founders and preserved our union through civil war and secured the promise of civil rights. Freedom sustains dissidents bound by chains, believers huddled in underground churches, and voters risk their lives to cast their ballots. Freedom unleashes creativity, rewards innovation, and replaces poverty with prosperity, and ultimately freedom lights the path to peace.” I was also impressed with how they presented the events from 9-11 – very moving.

One of the skills I’ve mastered was backing up Estella into a variety of spaces, including the one above at the GW Bush Museum. Arthur seemed to enjoy the break and hopped up onto his cat stand while we drove through the city, which was much better than his puking fit during the first 5 minutes after we left Austonia.

We ended up on 635 to reach our Boondockers Welcome site in Garland. By this time, I was exhausted, and I just wanted to rest. The hosts were very kind and suggested a walk in the neighborhood to a nearby park. It was just what I needed. It was a windy evening, and a neighbor was having a party, but it was still very quiet and restful.

The next morning, we were up early and on our way to Pirate Kansas – my nickname for ARRRRR-Kansas. 😉 The drive was really good, and Arthur did awesome. We were reminded of how great the roads are in Oklahoma and drove past a beautiful and Oklahoma’s largest lake (Eufaula Lake) as well. When you drive on roads you’ve never been on, it’s such a beautiful surprise to see lakes and mountains that you had no idea were just around the corner.

When we got to Bentonville, I stopped for supplies at Walmart because when in Rome…. Then we were off to our campsite at Blowing Springs RV Park in Bella Vista. We had a good spot near the bathrooms and trash, but not too close. There were a lot of other campers there for the biking trails. The spots were long and relatively close together but very long. The showers were fine but not memorable. I think that it was during this week that it really hit me how tired I was. We spent most of the week just working and lounging.

Arthur was able to relax and enjoyed the days when we could have the screen door open. Next stop – back to Iowa!

Weirdly (about) Austin

I was realizing that the last post was more about San Antonio instead of Austin, so this one – I promise – will actually be about, you guessed it, Austin.

When I returned from Austin, the part for my fridge had arrived, which I also forgot to tell you that I ordered when I got to Austin. I figured out that it was likely the thermistor after doing some reading and asking around. This did involve me learning what a thermistor is, but when it arrived, I installed it without issue, and just like that – we have refrigeration again. Thankfully, I have small hands and a basic sense of survival, which proved to be vital in this repair. 🍫🍫 Throughout this journey, I’ve learned that I can live without running water, refrigeration, and in the most desperate of times – without electricity.

This prompted a trip to HEB for fridge-worthy supplies, an hour and thirty minute round trip to Chicken Salad Chick, and a stop at an independent bookstore (BookPeople) for a book. Austin is excellent for indie shops, and since I decided I was going to go to some library book clubs while I was in town, it was a great find.

Meanwhile, back in Minnesota, my Dad went to test drive a car for me that I had seen online and had expressed some mild interest in. (After Austin, it was gonna be just a short amount of time before Arthur and I would leave Estella behind and head out for some extended stays in the cities that were the finalists for our Unicorn City.) So, through my Dad and his BFF at the car dealership, Troy, I was able to buy a car in MN while living in TX. More on that later.

Because I was so close to College Station and had meant to go to the George Bush Presidential Museum the last time I was there, I made the trek there. It was a really well done museum. I even got to look very presidential.

I really didn’t want the picture behind his desk, but the docent made it sound like it was a requirement, so TA-DA, here I am behind a replica of President Bush’s desk, looking very presidential with my backpack. The sculpture outside the museum was also outstanding. I love horses and how they incorporated them into a monument celebrating the Berlin Wall coming down was well done.

There were some really beautiful moments at the RV park as well. Like this sunset.

And stars!

I had a work trip to Florida during my time in Austin, so I got to experience the Austin airport, which was great – easy and breezy – a very different experience from Houston.

A friend visited from Waco for a day of adventure in Austin. We went for brunch at True Food Kitchen at The Domain. Then we headed over to LBJ’s Presidential Museum.

There was a really nice art display and a good amount of Lady Bird’s personal effects and her office, overlooking the university. We had a good time wandering through history and then decided to go to grab a snack near the RV park. It was good, but I can’t remember where we were, but it’s just outside of Del Valle, TX. And I do remember that I had the steak nachos.

Well, we’re all starting to get tired, so more Austin later.

What Did I Miss – Part 2

I took a little side trip to Galveston in December. There were two historic houses that I wanted to tour, and the traffic due to road construction did not deter me! The mansion on the left is Bishop’s Palace and the one on the right is the Moody Mansion.

They were both well-preserved and decorated for the holidays. Both tour guides said that the summer breezes kept the houses “cool” in the warmer months, but I’m sure they were still stifling! I was glad, again, that I was visiting in December and not July.

Did I mention the millwork in these houses? Absolutely incredible to see that level of artistry in wood all over both mansions; samples below.

Just lovely. It’s hard to pick my other favorites from these homes, but here’s another sample from a butler’s pantry, bathroom, and a bedroom.

The pink tile on that fireplace. 🔥

I also took a drive down to the beach to see the sunset and drive past the boardwalk. I was warned that these beaches are not the same as a Florida or East Coast beach, but it was still a lovely sight to behold. After, I drove to the downtown area past some other very charming historic neighborhoods in a search of a mailbox to send some postcards. Even at the post office, there wasn’t a mailbox where I could drop them. 🍫 There was a cruise ship in the bay (harbor?) – not sure what they call it.

On the way back to my hotel, I placed a to go order at Salt Grass – a Texas (?) chain that has reasonable steak prices and good sides. Not sure if they are based in Texas, but that’s always where I’ve visited their restaurants. I also treated myself to a hotel stay to sleep in a big bed and have a hot shower without my flip flops.

Speaking of food, I had so much good food when I was in Houston. I went with my co-worker to a couple of bakeries and tried concha for the first time. Arthur thought they were pretty good, too. I had a delightful “taco” on a flour tortilla with a crusted on layer of melted cheese, then steak, and then cut-up poblanos. I also had a chance to meet up with some other co-workers in downtown Houston for brunch one crisp morning; the food was ok, but the conversation was fantastic.

I am officially an H-E-B convert. I have a lot of co-workers who live in Texas, so they always talk about how great it is, but I was able to experience it for myself, and it was a delight. I still miss the butter tortillas, the flavored almonds, the pre-washed, packaged TX russet potatoes, and just the general grocery atmosphere. I highly recommend if you are in anywhere in TX near an H-E-B. They are also great to their employees. One of my current co-workers has kept her part-time (one day a month) H-E-B gig because they are so generous.

Before I leave Houston, just a couple of things I wanted to add, so I don’t forget as a look back at this time.

Overall, we had really great weather when I was in Houston, but like a lot of places I’ve been, the tornados showed up. We also had a couple weeks when the RV park got really nervous about water usage, so we were back to using water for gallon jugs and hoping it would get warm enough for the park managers to feel comfortable with turn on the water.

On one visit downtown, we discovered this amazing rooftop garden. In the main building there were a few shops and some restaurants, but the outdoor space on the roof was really the highlight.

My now favorite road trip meal is a baked potato with butter, bacon, and cheddar cheese. If I was feeling fancy, I would add a bit of sour cream. Most of those ingredients are refrigerated, and at some point in Houston, a part in our fridge decided it was done with the road trip. 🍫🍫🍫 More on this later in Austin – our next stop in TX.

You’re probably wondering how Arthur is doing. By the time we reached Houston, we’d been on the road for a full year. He endured a couple babysitting stints with help from our friends at Rover.com while we were in Houston when I went to FL and MN. He made friends with a new toy and then decided he didn’t like it. He chased the red dot without me having to wave my arm in the air to keep him entertained. And, for time to time, he got annoyed with me and face-planted into the wall. Oh, Arthur.

Up next – two months in Austin, TX. 🤠

Destination: Houston

We woke up on Saturday outside of Columbus, GA, at a Boondockers Welcome location in Fortson. They had a great set-up with parking spot on their extended driveway by a utility shed. The host walked down to see me and brought an extension cord that I could use since the shed was a bit further than my cords would reach. We even had a nice chat. I woke up to Arthur sharing my pillow because I was late with breakfast.

Saturday was our longest drive from Fortson to Livingston Lakeside RV Resort in Louisiana – just to the east of Baton Rogue. I’d never driven across southern LA before, and it was a lot different drive than what I expected. It was amazing to drive over the waterways and see the people driving their boats and living as they normally do. Those little slices of life really make the 400+ mile journey meaningful. The RV resort was very sunny and a bit warm, but it was peaceful and safe, so well worth the side-eye looks I got. I’m guessing they don’t see a lot of Asian ladies camping with their cat in these parts. 🍫

On Sunday, we left for the last leg of our 1000 mile journey into Houston, TX. We stopped at a not-so-busy Buc-ee’s outside of Houston to fill up and head to the Laurel Springs RV Resort in the Kingwood area of Houston. As of 2023, Houston is the fourth largest metropolitan area, trailing New York City, Los Angeles, and Chicago, but I was still surprised at the sheer size when we first arrived. It has all the things other large cities have – major highway systems, every store imaginable, many, many neighborhoods and areas. Our spot was in the northeast corner of the region and in a quiet alcove near Spring Creek.

When we arrived on Sunday, the office wasn’t open, so I had a bit of a scramble to find the email with our spot location. We easily parked and got set-up for the next two months. I wanted to winter in TX to try to escape some of the more extreme temperatures, but when we arrived in November, it was warm and humid.

Arthur was really happy in Houston. With all the driving we’d done, he deserved the rest – we all did. We did quite a bit while we were in Houston. More on that next time!

Belonging at the Beach

Those who know me well know that I am not a fan of the heat, so the beach is best for me when it’s warm enough for jeans and a t-shirt or shorts and a sweatshirt. Warmer than that? Count me out. November was the perfect time to visit Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. What I love about the beach is the beauty of the ebb and flow of the water and that water carves its path in the sand.

We camped at Hideaway RV Resort in the Socastee area to the southwest of the city center and backed up to a waterway. If my Uber driver is to be believed, it was also close to a property where the owner has several exotic animals. Even though she suggested that I walk down and try to find it, I decided against it. The RV park was great with really great individual shower rooms that were clean and felt very private – perfect.

Our first night there, our campsite neighbors were not great – up and loudly talking well past quiet hours and then woke me up again around 3AM. Luckily, they were just passing through, so we were able to sleep well the rest of our stay. 🍫🍫

I rented a car for a little day trip to Southport, NC, a very sweet coastal town that a friend recommended. I stopped for lunch at Edgewater 122 – a waterfront restaurant on an inlet on the Cape Fear River. Their menu boasted a BREAD & BUTTER BOARD – two of my favorite things, so I had that and a tasty blackberry cider. I think I also had a salad, but the butter board really was the highlight. I don’t know how often they have diners who take the bread and scrape the butter off the board before they go, but I most certainly did.

On the way back to the RV park, I stopped by the Myrtle Beach State Park, which I highly recommend. They have a small but interesting nature center, lots of trails, and lovely stretches of beaches. I could’ve spent the whole day, but only had a couple of hours to explore and enjoy.

I could imagine how the area would be swamped during the summer with a pancake house on almost every corner and a mini golf course next door. It reminded me a lot of Ocean City, MD, but with a lot more pancake places. 🥞

Glamour shot off Arthur, enjoying his favorite nap spot – my pillow. 🍫

Georgia On My Mind

Another co-worker lives near Gainesville, so we had a chance to grab dinner at Pig Tales on the shores of Lake Lanier after I did a bunch of laundry and some grocery shopping. Dinner was fun, and it was great to meet my co-worker’s wife and talk about books and teaching and about how they met. They dropped me off at the RV and got to meet Arthur and see Estella in all her glory, and my co-worker’s wife described Arthur as a sweet little pumpkin – a keen observation.

The following weekend, I got up early on Saturday to stop at Danny’s Donuts for an apple fritter and then run down to Atlanta again and visit the Carter Presidential Museum and Library. There was a farmer’s market in the park near the museum, so the area was busy, but the museum was quiet. To this point in my travels, the Carter museum was one of my favorites.

There was a beautiful courtyard at the entrance of the museum, and there were a lot of unique gifts and displays.

For lunch, I met up with another co-worker and his girlfriend at Food Terminal, and they brought me delicious baked goods from a local Asian bakery. The restaurant had delivery robots and unique food, and we had an engaging conversation. I followed up that delightful lunch with a massage, a stop at a Trader Joe’s that had an actual parking lot, more laundry, and picked up another Amazon package at the Piggly Wiggly that was kinda in the middle of nowhere.

I returned the rental car on Saturday night and spent Sunday morning getting ready to hit the road. Our next stop was the Myrtle Beach Hideaway RV Park. The drive to SC was uneventful, but I did see a dog in the back of a pickup truck, going 70 mph down the highway. The dog was having a great time – just never seen that before, but I also haven’t spent a lot of time in the south either….

To Be or Not in GA

The end of my time in NC was another trip for work. Because I’ve been living out of the RV since November 2023, I had backed off the amount of work travel I was doing, but it’s picked up again, and I enjoy it. Arthur spends quality time with Estella, I get a babysitter for him, and he is really grateful when I return. For this trip, I parked in my friend’s driveway outside of Greensboro, and her kiddos helped with Arthur while I was away.

While in FL, we drove out to Bucee’s where I got a picture with Buck himself and a sticker, and the team had a night out at A Petrified Forest – a series of three haunted houses. We went on a night where the actors could touch the people walking through the trails. They had a “chicken” lanyard that you could buy if you didn’t want to be touched or frightened. This lanyard had a small rubber chicken attached. I don’t like to be scared, so I got one. Once we were in line, an employee told me to tuck it in my shirt and that the workers would just “know”. 🍫🍫 Uh, that wasn’t entirely true, but I did discover that if I employed empathy with the actors, I felt less scared. In one house, there was an actor wailing that “they” took her eyeballs, and I said, “I’m so sorry. That must be terrible.” In other another house, a guy flew down from the ceiling in a really impressive show of acrobatics, and I complimented him, “You’re doing a great job.” He must’ve seen my chicken lanyard, so he replied, “So are you.” See? Nothing to be afraid of. (I won’t mention that I had a death grip on my co-workers’ hands as we walked through.)

The flight back to Greensboro was an early one through Charlotte. Once we got on the road, we drove right past everything I just flew over. We did see some lovely fall colors, a little traffic, and some construction on our way to Gainesville, Georgia. We stayed at River Forks Park and had a gorgeous site with a lake view and one neighbor but only occasionally.

The park is on a peninsula in Lake Lanier. Little did I know that Lake Lanier has quite the past. 🍫Google it if you want to know more. There’s a lot of history and some scary stuff. It was October, so I guess I was in the right place at the right time.

I rented a car and drove into Atlanta the first weekend. As luck would have it, my cousins who I visited in Iowa, were also in Atlanta for the weekend. We met for breakfast at Hansel & Gretel Bakery Cafe and then took a walk around the Centennial Olympic Park and stopped into the small museum. We even found a hidden path to the left of the CocaCola store with sweet twinkle lights and landscaping.

My next stop was Emory University for family weekend. My MN friends’ daughter is in her first year at Emory, and they invited me to join them for some family fun. We had a great lunch, wandered around campus, and ate snacks in one of the dining halls all while the freshman told us about some of her adventures. One of the joys of this journey is seeing friends and family all over the country – even in places where I don’t normally see them.

Arthur was a big fan of our campsite, too. Between the leaves blowing and the squirrels going about their business, he was thoroughly entertained. My little pumpkin on Halloween.

One of the things I learned is that I don’t just seem fine – I am fine. I am braver than I thought, and I’m learned and growing through all the mishaps in the journey. What a blessing these months have been to remind me of what I am capable of. So, I definitely am being rather than seeming. There is no question.

To be rather than to seem

Esse Quam Videri – North Carolina’s motto – all these months later is meaningful.

Before we made it to NC, we stopped in Virginia at another great Boondockers Welcome location. We were outside of Ashland and in the country. The hosts encouraged me to take a walk, and once the sun started to set, I took a nice walk down the lane.

If you’ve traveled down the east coast, you probably guessed that I was on I-95 – not my favorite stretch of road. Back in 2012, I went to Virginia to visit the Edgar Allen Poe sites in Richmond, and I got into a car accident – drunk driver ran a stop sign. I was fine, but my car was not. It ended up getting fixed in VA, so I spent a good amount of time up and down 95. This is the type of road where traffic slows for no reason and for plenty of reasons. One time, I was driving to Richmond, and traffic slowed, and then there was someone’s entire wardrobe strewn across the highway. Just another day on I-95.

We also needed to refill our propane. I don’t use it very much, but I like to have the tank full just in case. We tried two different RV dealerships – The General and Camping World, but none of them would fill our tank without a service appointment. 🍫 I ended it up at Tractor Supply, and they were great. The manager who helped me was chatty and interested in our journey. He had lived briefly in PA, so we talked about some locations, and then we were on our way.

Our camping spot was a quiet location in the Oak Hollow Campground outside of High Point. October is a great time for acorns to fall off oak trees, so the two weeks were there was filled with a symphony of pings on Estella’s roof. The name of the campground should’ve been my first clue.

When we were in MD, I also had an RV tech (Fixed It! Mobile RV Services) come out to see if he could source the water leak I was starting to see evidence of. We ran the water and ended up overflowing the grey tank without any clue where the water leak was coming from. We couldn’t find anything even after taking off the back panel and scooting under the RV. Matt, the owner of Fixed It, was a great help and felt pretty bad that we couldn’t find the source. He gave me his number and told me to call if I found the leak and was still in Maryland.

Fast forward to NC where I found that I had standing water in the basin of the shower. The litter mat under Arthur’s litter box had blocked the drain after we overflowed the grey tank. It was pretty gross, and I spent a couple of days cleaning up the mess that was left over. I ended up warping the tabletop. 🍫🍫🍫🍫 Needless to say, I spent some time chewing through the chocolate and thinking about my life decisions.

My friend and co-worker lives in NC, so we planned to take a day off and meet up for lunch and an adventure. The timing of my stop in NC was just a couple of weeks after Hurricane Helene had devastated a large portion of the state. We had talked about walking the grounds of the Biltmore, but we had scratched that idea to get tattoos even before the storm and its aftermath. I wasn’t near the area where the storms had the greatest impact by sheer luck and the desire to be close to my friend and her family.

Before tattoos, we had brunch at a Print Works Bistro in Greensboro. The mini cinnamon rolls were pretty good, but the bacon was even better.

My tattoo guy’s name was Ryan. We’d never met before, and he spent two hours creating a very elegant weeping willow branch and small blossoms on my right forearm at the Dogwood Ink Tattoo shop. His work is really impressive, and he was very patient and observant when the pain was starting to get to me. It healed really nicely. The picture on the right was about 48 hours after. I’m not sure what the overall design will be, but for now, I’m just enjoying it.

I also had a chance to tour the Blandwood Museum in Greensboro and made a stop at a great store called Cattywampus General Store outside of the city. I also discovered Chicken Salad Chick. Do you know it? If you don’t, you should. With most of their locations in the southeast, it wasn’t a restaurant that I was familiar with, but once I had some of their Cranberry Kelli chicken salad, I was hooked. When I can find it, I buy a tub, and eat chicken salad for lunch and – sometimes – dinner. If you like chicken salad, I highly recommend.

The size of the pocket doors in the Blandwood mansion were incredible. I am grateful for the preservation of these historic homes – even if the history of the families that lived in them can be questionable. It’s the glimpse into the untold stories of the past that pique my interest.

A Maine Stay

Despite the number of signs I saw warning of moose and moose crossings, I didn’t see any on our way in or out of NH and into Maine. We had a pretty uneventful drive to Maine, but Arthur was definitely done with our day-long adventure. During the last half hour, he sat in the passenger seat, hidden behind the window curtain, meowing.🍫 Maybe he was upset that he didn’t get to see the FLW houses?

He was in for a treat at the Paul Bunyan Campground though. Little did we know that our neighbors would be these free-range chickens that provided a lot of entertainment.

Our roaming neighbors.

We had a great spot. It was set-up like a semi-circle, so we didn’t really have any neighbors and were surrounded by trees. It was a great set-up. The only downside was that it was water and electric only, so we needed to make a pitstop at the dump station before we left and be mindful of our water usage.

The campground was right off a main road in Bangor, but it was set so far back from the road that there was no traffic noise. The bathrooms were good for showers, and an ease walk from our spot. They even had a little library where I donated some of the books that I finished.

Because we were so close to Acadia National Park, I wanted to see it from the water. I found Sea Princess Scenic Nature Cruises that offered a morning cruise. I drove to Northeast Harbor and grabbed breakfast at local place, which I didn’t write down the name of, so it’s completely lost. I sat on their porch, and I’m pretty sure I had the blueberry pancakes because, well, it’s Maine.

I also had time to walk around before the cruise and found this great, little trail that lead from where the boats were docked to the downtown area.

The cruise was great. We went out of the harbor and saw Sutton Island and Great Cranberry Island, and docked at Little Cranberry Island in Islesford.

It was quaint community that we all had a chance to walk around. There was a small museum that had more details on island life. Remote and challenging as it sounded, it seemed idyllic. I can believe that the winters would be anything but.

While I was waiting for the rest of the folks to return to the boat, I got to see some fishermen return and process some fresh seafood from the dock. It’s hard work, and it was impressive to see them going through their daily routine.

Yep. There were lighthouses.

I also had time to visit Stonington, a lovely harbor town, that weekend.

I parked near one of the inlets at Small Cove Park and managed to step in some poop when I went to grab this first picture. The town has a lovely library, which had some very impressive local art. If I wasn’t in an RV, I might’ve been tempted to buy something. There was a miniature village as well that you could walk around. I bought some post cards at small shop and walked the rest of Main Street on a sunny Saturday morning.

Arthur had some great naps in Maine. I also bought a rug to put on the back of the couch, and he loves it.

While we were in Maine, I took a trip to Prince Edward Island in Canada. More on that excursion next time. Thanks for reading!