Towards Maine

295 to NJTPK to blah, blah, blah, and at long last we get past Hartford, CT, and the road gradually begins to follow the contours of the land it inherited, and it's beginning to feel like a Road Trip.  Getting of the interstates to avoid Boston took us on a path through Vermont, and toward Concord NH.  A pretty good first day, we escaped the east coast, and travelled on some not-so-well beaten paths, to end up in or near to Henniker, New Hampshire.

The town of Henniker is famous for being the only town in the world known as Henniker.  It's a fact!  I know it is because I read it off the placemat at the "Country Diner" we had for dinner.

After seeing a promo for the "Mile Away Campground" in Henniker, NH, we drove a mile and arrived at a sanitized version of a campground.  Even our tent site had plug-in electricity and fresh water.  An opportunity to test camping skills was required.

I succeeded at tent assembly...perhaps even excelled.  Inflatable mattress skills were rated as proficient, but needing attention.  Ice and drink procurement were again exceptional.  Fire starting was pass fail.  Then pass fail pass fail pass; I think the drizzling rain was conspiring against me.  Actually, with the leaf coverage that we had, the intermittent rains were really refreshing.

Camping out again confirms how much I miss that time when I was RoadTripping for the first time.