So Nice We Did it Twice
After a pretty successful camping trip on Memorial Day weekend, the Old Man and I decided we should try again, this time with a few of the tweeks we discussed on the way home the last time, and because we just had so much darn fun.
We had great plans of leaving early from Boston on Friday and heading back up to Greenfield State Park because we knew that they were first come first serve on a lot of spots and on our adventure last weekend we learned there would be a Rhubarb Festival in that area on Saturday. Of course we weren’t the only people in the city trying to escape and of course we couldn’t get out early enough from work to avoid those people just trying to get home and start their weekend.
So our one hour drive turned into an almost two hour drive and that included a stop at the super charger so that we could stay nice and cool while we slept. We had planned a bit better this time and reserved a spot in Bear Brook State Park for Saturday, but with dark looming and Bear Brook only a few miles away from the charger, well as the crow flies, but still closer than the fifty-two miles to Greenfield. Audible called we headed to Bear Brook to see if we could get a spot for the night.
I like a little “let’s just see what happens” in my life, but our luck in the last two weekends has been crazy. Bear Brook had a spot for us and they even had the same spot we registered for, for the next night. That way we didn’t have to move our stuff in the morning. I am not sure I want to try not planning again for our next outing as we may have used up all of our luck in this area of our lives.
After a fun night around the campfire we woke up, feeling a bit over served, but still ready to face the day and explore the Rhubarb Festival. First stop of course was a local diner for some breakfast, this time the Old Man found us Allenstown Country Diner, in case you haven’t figured out we do a lot of diners and not a lot of camp breakfast. Our waiter was super friendly and quite a lot of fun, he even gave us a punch card so we can earn a free bill after six visits of over twenty dollars. We figured with as much as we liked Bear Brook and how close it was to town, we would be back a lot.
Breakfast digested it was time to head off to the glorious Rhubarb festival. I can’t oversell this the Rhubarb festival was the best thing to do on Saturday afternoon when the Old Man is too broken to hike, but healthy enough to enjoy a few loops around festival booth and eat all things Rhubarb. My full on city girl status is changing as I grow older and move around, meaning that I am appreciating that small towns offer some great things and the Rhubarb festival is one of them. We met some great people, heard some great live music, and the dogs even seemed to enjoy the fun (we did keep them away from the petting zoo portion as Simon is not a friend of sheep).
A few loops down, two rhubarb lemonades (freshly squeezed by a boy with a broken arm), not saying how many rhubarb sweets it was time for us to head back to camp and let our full bellies digest.
Bear Brook is a huge park and has a ton of hiking and biking trails. The Old Man isn’t up for hiking, but after July 1, we will be back and will be hiking those trails. Two weekends in a row we made it to nature and for two weekends we learned that we need that way more in our lives. Truth be told sleeping in the Tesla is just as close as sleeping in the van. I only real complaint is that you can’t get dressed standing up, but I think we will survive that.
Next weekend we will be city bound as it is the last weekend before The Old Man heads off to India for two weeks, but I am planning our next adventure as you read this.