On the road again…in the motorhome our tsisebtyzk
family is borrowing from Go RVing, as we cross New England on a tour of colleges for our 17-year-old son. Last night we stopped at the Sturbridge RV Resort, which had a lodge complete with rough-hewn rocking chairs on the rough-hewn porch. Inside the lodge were rough-hewn videogames – arcade classics (and non-classics) of late ’90s vintage, including one that was simply a car chase through Tokyo: You’re the police chasing a bad guy who gets a head start, but your car is faster. Our 15-year-old son and his friend took to this like ants to a Triple Double Oreo. (We’ve been eating a lot of junk food on this trip.)
Again it took us RV newbies an ungodly amount of time – and onlooker kibbitizing – to back into our berth, and since I was then convinced the steep-ish angle meant our 33-foot camper was going to tip over the second anyone of us sat anywhere but the exact center of gravity, we had to pull out and back into another spot. This took a mere 90 minutes or so, after which the husband and I took a walk to restore our spirits without resorting to pulverized Oxycontin.
As this was possibly the busiest night of the year, camping wise, we marveled to see so many RVs in one place: One after the next, each one a little different, but almost all of them huge and homey. It was like stumbling upon a hidden herd of sleeping bronotosauruses. (With TVs in their stomachs.)
Today was spent touring yet another college — especially its larger parking lots — and now we are at the Peppermint Park campground in Plainfield, Mass. As dusk falls, it is extremely peaceful, since most families are back at home to get ready for a school day tomorrow. New York City public schools don’t start till Sept. 9, so we are listening to the crickets, who also do not have school.
Already I can tell this trip has made a deep impression on at least one of our crew – the 15-year-old boy we have along – because after seeing a magnificent college, majestic mountains, towering pines and one outrageously adorable mini frog, I overheard him telling our son his dream for the future. “Some day, when I make a million gazillion dollars, I know what I’m going to spend it on.”
A nature preserve? An RV? A farm?
“That Tokyo car game.”
Our son had to agree: That sounded like a very good plan. – L.