Closing time…
…You don’t have to go home but its time to leave here…
Bittersweet…

Saying goodbye to Barb’s parents is never easy, and gets more challenging with each passing year. The one shining star in the general bleakness would be looking forward to the next time we gather…until then I’ll hold the rare memory of everyone being together. 

Crossing the border was yet another confirmation of the malaise that has infected publik-servant-hood. Rules for those without the ability for critical thought. Set in place to absolve the incompetents of the inherent necessity of intelligence…both for the employee and more  importantly it insulates the person who hires & manages those incompetents. Such is the lot these days..

Just smile, answer the questions asked, honestly..nothing more…Have a great day!

Next stop down the road, a nondescript KOA outside of Freeport ME. All I can say is L.L.Bean in the morning. One could say this hallowed place is to sportsmen as Mecca is to…well, you know…

We went to bed after one the warmest afternoons and evenings since leaving Memphis…
…And woke up to…

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Golly! it ain’t sunny no more? What happened?

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Welcome to Ramsey’s personal Polar Vortex Take 2

We had driven almost 2,000 miles out of our way to avoid this weather getting here…and now happening to us at the end of April no less. Good thing climate change is a Left Wing, Marxist, Communist hoax…I was getting worried…

As the snow piled up Koko kept looking at me in that terse piercing WTF look only a dog can do (asking what part of “leaving now” don’t you understand?)

I would not be denied L.L.Bean so I disconnected and packed things up as quickly as the frozen fingers would go…and headed for Freeport…

Valhalla incarnate, bordering on a religious experience…we had arrived.

Barb and I spent a couple of hours looking and trying things on. As with most things the expectation is often greater than the reality. This was no exception. But if one word was to distill the essence it would be “Plaid“, more properly, acres of plaid. As we paid for things I kept chuckling to myself,  Josh (You know which one) you would *NEVER* leave this place!

Yeah..leaving…

In all the excitement I had pushed the whole weather condition to the back of my mind. As with all delusions, reality bites.

For the next 3 1/2 hours we did this…slipping…sliding…and dealing with drivers who had lost the meaning of control…Snow to slush…slush to rain…to just wet. Driving 30+ feet of RV plus towing a car in this was stressful…but *nothing* compared to Barb. Pick your frequency and she was vibrating at it, or some harmonic. When we finally arrived at Normandy Family Campground just south of Gillette Field…we had a cocktail, or two…No harm, no foul…a Timbers match and North Side Boston Italian food were now firmly in our future…

Not that *I* ever had a doubt….