Well rested and in good spirits we hit the road with enthusiasm! We drove all morning and made our first stop at the Holyoke Mall in Mass where we were finally able to find a GoPro in stock. Then it took both of us tech/camera nerds an hour to set the thing up...OK, I (Kate) really took over the setting up of it, I was just too excited to relinquish it over to Nick! (How can a tiny camera with only 2 buttons be more complicated than my canon 20D?) But eventually it was set up and we were back on the road again. We have a plan to record our whole trip using time laps photography, taking a picture every ten seconds looking out the front windshield, and then compiling them into a video at the end of the trip.
We pretty much drove straight through the rest of Massachusetts, Connecticut and New York, listening to the audio book Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins which is the second book in The Hunger Games trilogy. Its made the driving go by quite fast, it has been very enthralling so far.
When we hit the Pennsylvania boarder Nick asked me to look around the Harrisburg area for a place to stay, so using Nick's smart phone I searched for some local campgrounds, I found a few right in Harrisburg but the reviews said they were a bit loud so I tried looking a bit farther away from the city. I found one about 16 miles north west of the city that looked promising, it's located right on a river so it caters mostly to fishermen, but since its off season I figured it would be kind of quiet. I called the place to make sure they were open. The man I talked to said they were only partly open but we were welcome and to go ahead and make ourselves at home when we got there since it would probably be late. Sounds good.
Well, we continued on and got to Duncannon where the campground should be, drove through the little strip of a town that consisted of a truck stop, several gentleman's clubs and a gas station that served food. We bought ourselves a very "healthy" diner that I won't go into detail about, and went to find our accommodations for the night.
We drove back and forth where the entrance should have been, and finally found it on our third try. The aged sign surrounded by daffodils was a bit hard to spot. We started down the narrow dirt,, road and were greeted by run down trailers, decomposing boats, shed after dilapidated shed filled with deconstructed tractors, boats or just filled with junk. We then entered the camping area. We were greeted by lovely trees strung with electric cables and some were graced with old tires nailed to their trunks about 20 feet up. We continued deeper into this strange place, saw a tent which made us feel a small bit more relaxed, we found a promising looking area near a picnic table and pulled in, or tried to, we weren't really sure where the road actually was. We got out stretched and began the debate on staying vs leaving. There were good arguments for both but we decided to give staying a shot. So we set up the tent and got ready for bed. Once in the tent we realize that the interstate is just on the other side of the river, an interstate that had a constant flow of semi trucks! We must not have noticed it through our preoccupation with the deliverance type setting we had just driven through. Oh well, we could deal with that: then came the train which ran just on the other side of the thin woods that was the campground. The trains ran every 15- 20 minutes all night long. Not long after the trains started the helicopters with spot lights began going over head. It was unbelievably loud, but we were al snugged up in bed and didn't really want to repack everything and go off to try to find a new place to stay, so we covered out heads and tried to sleep. It was on and off restfulness until first light; that's when the power boats) started. We just looked at each other and burst out laughing; how could it possibly have gotten any louder! We tried for sleep one last time and managed a little more rest until 7:30 when I decided that that was enough and we might as well start the day.
We pretty much drove straight through the rest of Massachusetts, Connecticut and New York, listening to the audio book Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins which is the second book in The Hunger Games trilogy. Its made the driving go by quite fast, it has been very enthralling so far.
When we hit the Pennsylvania boarder Nick asked me to look around the Harrisburg area for a place to stay, so using Nick's smart phone I searched for some local campgrounds, I found a few right in Harrisburg but the reviews said they were a bit loud so I tried looking a bit farther away from the city. I found one about 16 miles north west of the city that looked promising, it's located right on a river so it caters mostly to fishermen, but since its off season I figured it would be kind of quiet. I called the place to make sure they were open. The man I talked to said they were only partly open but we were welcome and to go ahead and make ourselves at home when we got there since it would probably be late. Sounds good.
Well, we continued on and got to Duncannon where the campground should be, drove through the little strip of a town that consisted of a truck stop, several gentleman's clubs and a gas station that served food. We bought ourselves a very "healthy" diner that I won't go into detail about, and went to find our accommodations for the night.
We drove back and forth where the entrance should have been, and finally found it on our third try. The aged sign surrounded by daffodils was a bit hard to spot. We started down the narrow dirt,, road and were greeted by run down trailers, decomposing boats, shed after dilapidated shed filled with deconstructed tractors, boats or just filled with junk. We then entered the camping area. We were greeted by lovely trees strung with electric cables and some were graced with old tires nailed to their trunks about 20 feet up. We continued deeper into this strange place, saw a tent which made us feel a small bit more relaxed, we found a promising looking area near a picnic table and pulled in, or tried to, we weren't really sure where the road actually was. We got out stretched and began the debate on staying vs leaving. There were good arguments for both but we decided to give staying a shot. So we set up the tent and got ready for bed. Once in the tent we realize that the interstate is just on the other side of the river, an interstate that had a constant flow of semi trucks! We must not have noticed it through our preoccupation with the deliverance type setting we had just driven through. Oh well, we could deal with that: then came the train which ran just on the other side of the thin woods that was the campground. The trains ran every 15- 20 minutes all night long. Not long after the trains started the helicopters with spot lights began going over head. It was unbelievably loud, but we were al snugged up in bed and didn't really want to repack everything and go off to try to find a new place to stay, so we covered out heads and tried to sleep. It was on and off restfulness until first light; that's when the power boats) started. We just looked at each other and burst out laughing; how could it possibly have gotten any louder! We tried for sleep one last time and managed a little more rest until 7:30 when I decided that that was enough and we might as well start the day.
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