Gloucester, Massachusetts
October 19No wonder it is called Mass., what a hard name to spell!!!
We said a fond farewell to Jack and Noreen after a very hearty breakfast. Soon we were on the turnpike heading in the general direction of Boston, where we will visit tomorrow.
Unfortunately, there is only so much time and we must push on regardless of all there is to see in this general area. We were soon in our campsite for the next two days near Gloucester, on the coast just below the New Hampshire border. Our site is again in the woods in a somewhat lonely spot, but very nice.
After setting up and a bite to eat, we nipped down to the town of Rockport, about 10 miles away, on the coast, founded around 1636!!! [in spite of this sign with a later date].
It was a fishing village, and still is but with an artistic slant to it. Skads of galleries in town. After revenue from their parking meters I would say that tourism and fishing are a toss-up for income. It really is a different place from the run-of-the mill coastal towns.
We bought two cooked lobsters there and Fellette made a salad, and peace and tranquility reign in our little home on wheels. [Do you think that one of the lobsters was right handed and the other a lefty?]
Looking out through the trailer window after supper, in the pitch darkness, as I type this I see a long-term resident about 100 meters away with their patio lights on around the trailer, the neon palm tree really does look sort of cute from this distance
That's it folks.
posted by Doug and Fellette @ 7:49 PM
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