Riskypsy Adventures Return
Since moving to Boston, the Old Man and I have been busy. In fact since April 2nd, the Old Man and I had only spent two weekends together. A fact that means we haven’t had much time to adventure around the city much less pack up and adventure outside of the city.
With Memorial Day looming, I asked the Old Man what he wanted to do, assuming if we needed to make plans we had plenty of time. His answer was “no idea”. I left it at that and figured we would explore the city a bit and relax, maybe even deep clean the apartment. Nothing with the Old Man is ever done, the Thursday before the long weekend he realized it was a long weekend and asked me what we were doing. UM I thought we covered this, (but the Old Man is the Old Man). Let’s go camping, I want to go camping he declared.
We haven’t been camping since we drove from Dallas to Boston and with his herniated disk I was a bit concerned at the smartness of this idea. But I said yes wanting to test out our Tesla camping idea, and wanting to just get out of the city and all the places I see every day. Plus the spontaneity of the trip seemed to make it even more fun of an idea.
I cautioned that this idea was a bit risky as it was Memorial Day weekend and most people will have already booked their spots. We decided that we could look up some free camping spots on freecamping.net and hope for the best. We started sending each other links and figuring out a plan and a back up plan in case plan A was full when we got there.
That Friday The Old Man decided that he was going to take a chance and just wing the whole find us a place to camp idea. I am not sure who this man was, but I wasn’t complaining, Mr. Plan everything was living life on the edge. Of course I knew if this whole “wing it” plan didn’t work out I would never live down my “let’s just see what happens” approach to travel.
So the next day after a brief errand we headed to a Supercharger, loaded up on ice and beer and the Old Man called around to some state parks to see if there was anything. By the time I got the dogs walked, the beer and ice loaded the Old Man said he found one park with 2 first come serve tent sites left. Score, only issue it was an hour away and it was getting late in the day.
Fingers crossed we took off and drove very slowly for an hour down some pretty back (and even dirt) roads. We pulled into Greenfield State Park and held our breath as we pulled up to the office. With dark approaching and us having put all our eggs in this one basket we hoped for the best.
Apparently God knew we needed this time in nature, as both tent sites were still open and for both open for two nights. We took a site, thanked our lucky stars, and bought enough wood to get us through the night.
While the Old Man built us a fire to keep us warm and most importantly keep the mosquitos away, I got the Tesla ready for it’s first night as a camper. It was pretty easy set up and we were sitting by the fire with a beer in hand in no time. I think you could see both of our shoulders relax from space as the weight of the world seemed to lift off them.
When it was time for bed the dogs seemed a bit confused as to why we were sleeping in the car, but once in all of us settled they found their spots and fell fast asleep. The humans had the same experience and before I knew it Jayne was waking me up at her usual time to get go outside.
The dogs and I let the Old Man sleep for a bit while we walked a bit of the park and enjoyed a very quiet and serene cup of coffee. The mosquitoes ran us back into the car and to me waking up the Old Man so we could get on about our day.
With no real plans the Old Man found us a place in Petersborough for breakfast at the aptly named Petersborough Diner and then a bit of exploring with no real plans. Breakfast was a win, the town of Petersbourgh is a cute small (guessing ski) town that had a ton of history and some reminded me of Stars Hollow from Gilmore Girls. The dogs tired from walking the around and with a homemade dog treat from the coffee shop we set out to see what trouble we could get ourselves in, ok we set off to a supercharger so we could get through the next night.
Not wanting a repeat of the day before we choose the supercharger in Vermont so we headed to Brattleboro to charge, find some mosquito deterrents. We were blessed with great weather so while we waited scoped out a place to enjoy an outside beer. Whetstone Station was the answer, we parked the dogs in the Tesla in “Dog Mode” so they could rest in a brisk 69F while we found a spot on the balcony to enjoy the view of the Connecticut River and a bit of people watching. The Old Man was so amazed by all the young and tatted up people we had encountered in these small towns of New Hampshire and Vermont.
A couple of beers in and the place getting a bit more crowded, score one for being early risers, we decided we should head back to the campsite and figure out some sort of dinner. We realized that one of the items we found to do that morning was on the way and it was a short dog friendly hike.
Madame Sherri Forest is a 513-acre site of Madame Sherri’s castle, which has quite the history of parties and rowdy crowds. After falling on hard times Madame Sherri moved into the city to live with family, leaving the great mansion to fall into ruin, some of which are still left and you can explore alongside some other trails. With the Old Man’s back not feeling its best we choose to just hike the short way to the “stairway to heaven” and other ruins of the castle. The Sherri’s made a great choice for a home, I can only imagine what the actual building looked like, but the views were to die for. Sadly we saw no ghost, but we did have fun crawling around the stairs and other ruins.
Quite happy and content we headed back to the campsite for dinner, wine, fire, and some good old conversation.
The next day we joined the masses in getting back home from our long weekend to face a short work week. This trip was just what the doctor ordered and proved to the Old Man and myself that we still had a bit of adventure in us. While we still have some kinks to work out in our Tesla camping, we did pretty good and having lived in a van meant we didn’t make major mistakes (aside from not planning out where we were sleeping before leaving town). A few tweaks and a better cooler and we should be set for our next adventure.