Fourth Cliff, MA

The plan was to leave Whitefield by 9:30 to get ahead of the traffic but we were about ½ hour late. I didn’t think that would make a difference. By the time we hit the Hooksett toll booth rest area, the flow of vehicles was down to about 35 mph. And the line for the ladies rest room was out the door so I decided to use our camper “rest room” but not before I listened to the E-Z Pass promoters explain how the improved program works. Right now, the device is linked to 14 states and allows a 30% discount on all passenger class tolls. The initial investment was $25.00 and the device came activated with $9.05 credit on the account which meant the device we purchased today was mounted on our windshield before we left the parking lot and we sailed through in relatively short order for the amount of backup there was. Boston traffic flow for a Sunday wasn’t all that bad and we arrived at Fourth Cliff Military Reservation in the township of Humarock, just outside of Scituate, MA about 3:00PM. It took a bit of mastery on Carl’s part to get into our site due to the afternoon beachgoers all parked along the seawall. We knew it was warm but it was still a breath taker to climb out into the 94 degree salt air. By the time the camper was level, plugged in and hooked up to town water, I had the slider into position and the air conditioner on which didn’t shut itself off for more than two hours. By the time the temperatures outside modified, a thick and angry gray sky would prevent us from seeing much of our first sunset. The wind, strong when we arrived, has picked up considerably and is shaking the camper with fierce determination. I asked Carl if we were back in South Dakota where we were caught in the tail of a micro burst last year. I have high hopes for tomorrow but the Accu-weather forecast is calling for thunderstorms. It figures! The weather jonahs are in town.