The overnight low temperature dropped into the 30s. If this keeps up, I'll soon have to stop wearing shorts. :-) The seasonal campers are starting to disappear. Even some of the premium oceanfront sites are occasionally empty. So, while our view of the ocean is improving, we know our days are numbered.
For those following our wanderings, here's what the tentative schedule/itinerary looks like. Our son, Mark, is going to take off a week or so to help us pack, drive south, and unpack. You can only imagine what a relief it is to have that help. His son and granddaughter will deliver him here Saturday and take the car back to Nashua on Sunday. I hear that lobsters have been requested for Saturday night. Sunday we'll finish getting the bus ready to roll again. Monday we'll depart the shores of Penobscot Bay and head for Nashua and spend two nights there in Mark's cul-de-sac. Durelle is hoping to drop in on a card game at Nashua Country Club on Tuesday. From Nashua to Charleston is 1100 miles. With some help driving, that should be a couple of 400 mile days and 300 more home on Friday the 7th after over one hundred days of "camping". Stops should be at Lickdale, PA and Enfield, NC. The frosting on the cake is that Mark will spend the weekend in Charleston helping us unpack.
Although we have put down a deposit for 2017, another season here is not guaranteed. My neuropathy, as well as some lesser ailments, may prevent it. If so, there will still be a wide assortment of wonderful memories of our dozen summers here. During those times there have been too many friends to safely list. The key is what we have shared and the assistance we have given to each other. The food and the scenery weren't bad, either. There is a special bond among those living the RV lifestyle. We are fortunate to have shared it for several decades and several hundred thousand miles.