Day # 21

The first order of the day was to find someone to do an oil change for our sturdy stead. The truck has 220,000 miles on it and is running without a complaint. We are so grateful for our cooperative truck. The gas station where the oil change was done is across the street from the publishing house for Hemmings Motor News, a magazine esteemed by those who love old cars. My dad has subscribed to the magazine for years. Next to the publishing house is an old, full-service gas station (remember when someone else filled the gas tank and washed your windshield?) with a shop filled with collector memorabilia. I took a picture of the truck and Marshmallow in front of the business.

I had read that Bennington has an area with old Federal and Georgian houses. Kaylyn dropped me off and took some photos in a cemetery. 

Built in 1800

I had a great time photographing a number of houses. Each house had a sign indicating the builder and the year it was built, which is a great help to me for my architectural slide collection.

Here also is a photo of one of the beautiful New England churches. These classical white churches, built of wood, with a noble steeple, are found throughout the New England states.

We headed west into New York, stopping at a Cracker Barrel to borrow a book on CD. We finished the book we brought along, Caleb’s Crossing. It was excellent, and fun to listen to because it took place on Cape Cod and in Cambridge, places we visited. We selected two more books and already listened to half of one, a Newberry Award book, Moonlight over Manifest, while we drove to Niagara Falls.

 Tonight we are in a motel. The cheapest campground in Niagara Falls was over $50! We had the same thing when we were in San Francisco four years ago – we stayed in a motel because the price was comparable to a campground. The motel which was the same price as a campground had no place to park the Marshmallow, so we paid a few dollars more. We heated up our dinner and ate it in the Marshmallow sitting in the motel parking lot. Tomorrow is… sniff… sniff… the last sight-seeing day of our wonderful New England trip.