Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Leaving Connecticut

We moved about halfway down Connecticut to get into a closer position to our next stop.  There aren't many places to camp near NYC, I guess most of the people stay in hotels and such while visiting.

I found a place in North Branford that is a trailer park with a lot off to the side for RV's passing through. It's well lit, and has full hook ups including cable, which Left Brain liked as we set up quickly so he could watch the football game.

While he watched the Packers demolish their opposition, I want to the Big Y to get groceries. It's only found in MA and CT and has to be one of the nicest stores I've seen.  Maybe I was enjoying it so much as I was alone and took my time going up and down the aisles to avoid the football game back home.

Gracie acts as our Technical Support when we get stumped.
Here she's helping Left Brain with a problem on his phone.

Our reservations in NYC are for Liberty Harbor RV Park and we're a bit apprehensive about what it's going to be like.  The reviews were not at all favorable, it sounds mostly like a large parking lot that they milk you for a high fee ($80 a night).  But our feelings are that if it is safe and indeed close to where we want to be, then it's just fine. 

We've only booked a couple of days there to see and do everything we are wanting to accomplish. 

Hopefully there will be decent Internet services at the next place, I've gotten spoiled with the fast free services here.

Long Live the Queen of Connecticut


  1. What a great shot of Gracie taking care of things. You are so lucky to have such a smart kitty. Pogo doesn't know very much at all about technical stuff. But then, neither do I so we match well. I hope the park in New York turns out to be a good one. Enjoy the Big Apple. Hugs, Edna B.

  2. Just a note to let you know your persistent fun pictures and writing being followed. Cat helping with phone. Rope pattern pictures, flowers. Adventures in grocery shopping and finding good night stay-over sites...
    best to you, pond lois