Last night we overnighted near Bushkill in the Pocono's on the eastern border between Pennsylvania and New Jersey alongside the Delaware river. We found a deserted spot next to an old empty house engulfed with wild honeysuckle. The cool air was sweet with its scent, and we rested well in preparation for our highway battle to Boston tomorrow.
It's a fact that four fifths of the population lives east of the Mississippi and we are really noticing the increasing density as we move east.
We're back in Boston - the Cocktail City - and manage to navigate our way to friends Ian and Liz without incident. Turning into their driveway from the competitive city driving is like entering an oasis of calm. Hidden behind their building is a private space backed by a forty foot rock wall - a surprising and welcome spot to park for a couple of days. Before they return home we get laundry and showers taken care of so we're presentable, and eager, for cocktail hour at 5pm. It's good not to be moving for a while, and even the dogs get baths although they are less happy about it than we are.
We also catch up with Julie and Roger - whom we knew from Seattle - and all put in a good team effort to deplete our bar supplies prior to crossing the Canadian border. Julie's new ceramic designs are wonderful and we spend time sharing news of friends now scattered across the country.
The bug man cometh - it's a real challenge to keep the windscreen clear, and a long way up to reach the windscreen!
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