Before leaving the free camping in the Walmart parking lot, we stopped in to pick up a few groceries. It was the least we could do.
The drive northeast grew more and more congested even as the expressway added a lane. But where we live we are used to congestion, and it all flowed at a steady pace. Once again the I-PASS tollway transponder opened the toll gate on the Massachusetts Turnpike. Very convenient. By early afternoon we were comfortably ensconced in a private campground in a Boston suburb where we will hunker down until the holiday weekend is over. Private campgrounds tend to pack rigs in tightly, the better to make a few bucks profit. In this part of the country space is at a premium and we were expecting close quarters. Instead we find ourselves on a spacious site surrounded by trees separating us from the neighbors. The site has full utilities - electric, water and sewer - and a sturdy picnic table. The fireplace is constructed from the massive boulders that characterize New England and add charm to the site. It's a short walk to a nice pool and laundry room. Although the campground is already almost full, people are courteous and quiet. Hopefully, that will last through Labor Day. Because we are camped under large old trees, the satellite dish is worthless, but this campground also comes with cable TV and internet. What more could you ask for?
We picked up about five pounds of brochures at the welcome center and spent the evening studying and making plans. One of New England's many charms is that nothing is too far from anything else. It should be a while before we have to refuel the 150 gallon tank.