America through the Windshield--Getting to Know the First Americans travel blog

Our first RV site in MASS was located on a tiny stream (about 2-3 feet wide); however, 50-75 RVs near the stream had to be moved to higher ground just 2 days prior to our arrival, due to rains and flooding. Our MASS adventures included the Yankee Candle flagship store. (We learned that the man who owned Yankee Candle sold it a few years ago, due to his health. His son understood; however, his son’s future was simultaneously changed—no Yankee Candle in his future. However, when he was taking a marketing course and had to market a product he developed a white candle with a holder that was a commercially available product, a soup bowl, a flower pot, a candy dish, etc. He and his dad now run this small business; just a few miles from the Yankee Candle flagship store).

We enjoyed the many forests and green spaces. We went to Deerfield; one of the oldest towns. The highlight for us was the museum. It was three stories tall and full of stories. We were especially interested in the rooms that addressed the Native Americans who were in the Deerfield area. Yes, they did raid and capture individuals (because their camps had been raided, burned, with men, women and children slaughtered). One of the more famous stories of Deerfield is the fact that a minister’s daughter was captured. Several years later an agreement was negotiated for the young woman’s release; however, she so loved the life she experienced that she would not leave her Indian family. Instead, she chose to stay with them and visit her family at different times throughout the year.

Our trip to Cape Cod was definitely one of our most memorable. We had a problem as we drew near the highway onto Cape Cod. We kept getting off the highway to get diesel fuel; however, there were no truck stops and the local gas stations were not tall enough or big enough to accommodate our height and length (we needed to be able to get off the street and then get back on the street). We were not “almost empty”; however, we knew that we needed to get more fuel in order to have enough fuel to our camp site and to then get off the Cape. We finally decided that we would try a rest stop on I95 (thinking that we would go to the travel center desk and ask for assistance in locating a truck stop). This was a SUPER idea. We could get back on the Cape Cod road (Highway 6) and still get to the camp site in plenty of time. We could get local information; learn who to call; get directions; then get back on the road. SUPER idea that was blown out when we pulled up and realized that this rest area had NO travel center (We had already experienced the fact that many of these rest areas were either closed totally OR provided no rest facilities—BUDGET SAVINGS?). NOW—what’s the next step. I told Greg to stop the RV in the parking lot and I went over to a truck driver; explaining our dilemma. Unfortunately, he was not from the area. HE too was attempting to locate diesel; he needed the newer diesel that is required for the newer diesel trucks. HOWEVER; he did give me the directions to a local station that was only a few miles away; again, another detour. AFTER MISSING THE STATION (the trucker said it would be hard to see the truck entry from the road) we drove to the Foxboro Football Stadium (home of the New England Patriots) and made a huge u-turn in their parking lot. THANK GOODNESS, IT WAS NOT A GAME DAY!

We hummed along the remainder of the way, knowing that we would NEVER again be in such a predicament looking for diesel—we would plan accordingly, far in advance of the need; making no assumptions that we would be able to access diesel. Greg had been SUPER as we crossed so many one-lane bridges where bridge work was being completed. I always offered all the support I could muster: I didn’t speak while he maneuvered across these NARROW lanes; I held my breath—sucking in so we were not so wide; I either looked away OR closed my eyes, if I looked straight ahead I could only see that we were only tiny inches away from the Jersey Barriers. And, I always told him what a great job he did after we were across; if I had been the driver at any of these times—I would have stopped and searched for an alternate way!! As we neared the outer banks of the Cape, we saw that we would be crossing a GIGANTIC bridge. It was obvious from a distance that it was across a body of water—a canal. The bridge was beautiful and the traffic flow was bumper to bumper. We were on the outside lane and the curb was about 8 inches high. Greg slowed down—and yes, we went across without a hitch, until we got to the HUGH traffic circle (ROTARY in MASS). Again, Greg did it—never showing that it was “stressful”. (I’m beginning to realize that the planning and executing of the drives are his responsibility; however, the stressors are my responsibility!!).

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