Days # 2 & 3

Tonight is night number three it has rained on our parade. Each night we are wet as we move our lives out of the truck and into the place we are sleeping. The first night it was the motel in Indiana. The second night it was my parents’ house. Tonight it is the driveway of my gracious cousin and his wife, David and Rebecca, who live in Danbury, Connecticut. We are delighted to have use of their bathroom! We live a tame life compared to David, who has elected to camp in all kinds of cold and miserable conditions just because he regards it as fun. Miss Marshmallow is enough camping for me, thank you.

 We have completed the long drive and contemplate spending the next few weeks gadding about on much shorter drives, often without Miss Marshmallow in tow. Today was our first such drive. Kaylyn successfully backed Miss Marshmallow into my cousin’s driveway, we unhooked her, and left her to rest while we explored in the truck. We drove north from Danbury on Route 7. The roads are narrow, winding and hilly, very different from our tame Wisconsin topography. Colonial and Greek Revival architectural styles reign. The little villages are picturesque.

We set out to visit a few old cemeteries. Our first stop was New Milford. We trod in a cemetery where men who fought in the Revolutionary and Civil Wars find their rest. A typical century-old tombstone in this cemetery is a flat piece of stone, two to three feet wide, three to four feet high, and no more than three inches thick. Surely these stones are submerged into the ground to a considerable depth to still be standing erect after a century or more! We drove on, stopping to visit a waterfall which surprised us with its presence beside the road. We continued north to Cornwall and visited another cemetery for Kaylyn to photograph. We returned to Danbury, stopping at Kent Falls State Park to admire a waterfall, climbing a steep quarter-mile path to attain the top.

Back to our driveway home, we settled into Miss Marshmallow. Both our beds were a bit wet from the rain. And every time we plug our electrical cord into my cousin's house, the circuit blows. Ugh.