We got up a little later than usual. Due to the mud at the campsite, getting the coach ready to go was a little messier than usual but eventually we hit the road.
After a few clouds in the morning, the day was perfect for traveling and we enjoyed the ride along the Hudson river valley and over the Berkshires into western Massachusetts. The only challenge was locating the campground, which was buried way into the woods along a narrow road. We missed one of the turns and had to take the coach through a craft fair in a very crowded small town. We survived the ordeal, set up the coach and met Marty’s cousin Howard and his wife Sue in a small town nearby.
After a great dinner, we talked way into the night. How nice to catch up — it had been a year since we saw them last.