Little did I know that the funeral that cut our visit with friends in Connecticut short was the beginning of a trilogy. Before we got home we received an email informing us of the death of the mother-in-law of one of our biker friends.
Then, on Thursday, after a long day of driving straight through to Canada we decided we needed a rest so “camped” at my brother’s place in Brockville for the night. It was a couple of hours closer than home from the bridge. When we arrived there, we learned that my brother’s son-in-law, only 44 yrs. old, had died suddenly that morning. Welcome back to reality!
Friday we made the three hour drive back home and attended the first wake here. On Sunday we drove back to Brockville for the wake and funeral there.
When we got home again this afternoon, we were tempted to just load everything back into the RV and head out again! But alas, we have some commitments for the month of June, so it will be July before this becomes a travel blog once more. In the meantime, I have a few other things on my mind. Stay tuned. 🙂
Mystic was beautiful, an interesting museum. The campground was nice too, but sadly the WIFI that they said they had didn’t work. Two days without internet, trying to run online businesses and post blogs was very frustrating! Our visit with our friends in Bloomfield, Ct was cut a day short, due to a death in their family. The funeral was today. So we’ve headed for home. We finally found a connection here at a truck stop on our way towards Syracuse NY and our cross into Canada. This trip is about over. Sigh. Am I ready to dive back into the emotional turmoils, the to-do-lists? Not really, but at least I’m stronger now.
What a difference an escape from the constantly building pressures of life at home can make. When I set up this blog back in January, the purpose was to unleash those pressures through written words. Unfortunately the pressures were so great and ever-changing, I couldn’t find the time to write. Eventually, my mind would speed onto a new one, leaving the previous one in the dust.
For now, I have escaped, taken off. The need to sound off has evaporated.
We’ve been travelling in our newly acquired motor-home for ten days now. We’ve visited Quebec, Maine and Massachusetts. Today we’re sitting in a KOA park about 15 miles from Plymouth, Massachusetts. The sun is shining through the trees, the birds are singing in the trees. This afternoon we took a bicycle ride the few miles into town and back, stopping to take pictures at a little park that had a fish ladder and the remains of some old stone walls. We couldn’t find any explanation of the walls. Canada Geese were enjoying a swim in the stream. Can’t escape them!
For now, we’re “living the dream”. For now this will be a travel blog. Tune in again …