Camping, Savoring Slow Return to a Good Life

Camping in the New Hampshire Woods, Returning to Almost Normal

It’s a steamy July day, the 25th, and I harvested my first tomato out of my garden today.

Mini-golf at Fransted Family Camping in Franconia, NH.
Mini-golf at Fransted Family Camping in Franconia, NH.

Early this week, Mary and I drove up to Franconia, New Hampshire for a few nights of camping. Because I needed to plug in my CPAP machine, we had to move campsites, which turned out to be a blessing, since the other site was far, far from anywhere and a long hike to the bathrooms.

The campsite is called Fransted Family Camping, and everyone else but us stayed in campers.  We bought some cots and slept in our tent.  Not a bad night’s sleep, but not as nice as a real bed.

Just about everyone at Fransted was masked up whenever they interacted with us, except the one guy who owned the place. At first we all sat around wearing masks, and it felt awful. It didn’t take long to spread out a little bit and remove them. Phew!

I used my new Stihl mini-chainsaw pruner to rid my front yard of an ugly yew that’s has been sprawling out of control for a few decades.

Camping: Little paths made in the stream that the kids floated down in rafts.
Little paths made in the stream that the kids floated down in rafts.

I am taking advantage of my friend who is coming over with a big truck, so we can whisk away this brush plus the branches from the apple tree which was felled in a storm a few weeks ago.

My garden couldn’t be happier now that it’s getting full sun,  but now the big pile remains at the end of my driveway.

This is certainly an interesting time, one that so many people agree has never been experienced before in modern times.

What I’ve noticed is that people aren’t as hung up on what they touch, now they’ve agreed to let us bring our returnable plastic bags back to the grocery store.

And yes, we can even set foot inside Millstone Market and Atlas Farm Market, after being barred from entry for almost four months.

I’m making plans today to go over to the Berkshire Brewing Company, where they are bringing in a lobster truck. We are all a bit nervous that we might not want to be in a crowd, so I volunteered to check it all out and report back. While things are feeling to me getting more normal, it’s not normal.

The pretty little down of Sugar Hill NH, Cannon Mountain is in the distance.
The pretty little town of Sugar Hill NH, Cannon Mountain is in the distance.

Mary is still pretty cautious, and I am getting a COVID test soon, just because I want everyone to feel safe when we gather for a family reunion in Westport Mass.

We all volunteered to get tests so that we could visit without fear, but even with this precaution I sense hesitation and we might not all come.

But before that, I’m planning another trip–a special trip with my grandaughter Sofie, to the seaside city of Newport Rhode Island. We’re working out a fun itinerary with lots of places to go, and we will spend two nights at the new Hammett’s Hotel, right on the downtown wharf.

The last trip that I took with Sofie was in August 2019, when we went to Newport Beach and Costa Mesa California. I am so lucky to have a wonderful granddaughter who enjoys spending time with me and is up for the many activities one encounters when they do my kind of trips. It will be great to be with her and then to spend that family time in Westport with a few of my sisters.

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