We are now in Keene, NH. A friend from law school lives here. I hopes he feels special because he’s the reason we stopped here before heading to Maine. Well, we’ve never been to New Hampshire, either. Win-win.
It feels similar to Moscow. They are both college towns; schools are roughly the same size. Downtown Keene may be bigger, maybe a few more restaurants and shops. I think the populations are roughly the same size, @24,000.
We got here Wednesday and enjoyed a nearly-empty campground. Matt came out for a beer and met the kids. Anne was not shy and talked to him right away, which was peculiar.
We are parked at the Ashuelot River Campground. For the kids, there’s a playground and the river runs right by. We took a canoe out Thursday along with the kids’ Explorer raft, now named the Dora II. Instead of getting shuttled up river, we paddled against the current for a bit, then stopped for a break, and drifted back down to the campground.
Yesterday we took a bike ride on the nearby rails trail. It was nice and flat with trees arching over the path. We rode a couple miles to a bridge over the river. When we got back to the now-crowded campground, I broke out the glow sticks for bikes. I put them through the spokes to outline the tires in the dark. It looked pretty cool. A bunch of kids did it at the Florida rally. I’ve had packs of glow sticks in my cabinet for weeks waiting for the right night.
Today we’ll try to stay cool as the temperature reaches into the 90s, then head to Matt’s for a cookout/social gathering.
We’ve been on the road for 7 months, but the holiday atmosphere at the campground made me appreciate the trip a little more last night. All these people packed up their RVs this week so they could leave right after work Friday. They all pulled in yesterday anticipating a fun weekend away from the usual.
I think they brought their vacation energy with them. I can feel it.