The "Troll Roads"

October 14, 15, 16, 2013

Next stop, Massachusetts.  We would just like to say that there sure are a lot of toll roads in the Northeast.  We have come to affectionately call them the "Troll Roads".  There are trolls in those little booths and they won't let us pass until we pay the fee.  Greedy little bastards.......

Anyway, we had about three trolls between Freeport and Boston.  Our Garmin navigation was spot on and we sailed through Boston and stayed in a campground at the "gateway" to Cape Cod.  Upon getting settled we visited a little with our new neighbors.  The couple next door was from Seattle, WA and the couple across the road was from Pasco!  That's right, Pasco, WA.  Brian and Connie.  They are pretty much doing the same thing we are but at a slightly slower pace.
We visited about our trip down from Maine.  Brain and Connie got messed up in Boston and had to pay the same toll three times because they were going in circles.  Turns out you can't drive a motorhome with propane through the huge tunnel in the heart of Boston.  Ooops! We didn't see any signs and drove right through.  Didn't take the detour that we were supposed to.  I told Mark as we drove through that I thought this tunnel was the "Big Dig".  Ten years too long in the digging of it and about 8 billion dollars overspent.  Didn't see Brian and Connie come out of their motorhome for the next two days.  I think Boston was too much for them.

We drove out to Cape Cod, Hyannis Port, on the first day.  Turns out Cape Code is a lot longer than I thought.  It seems like most of the time you are driving through a tree maze and can't see much until you are right on top of it.

The next day we drove into Boston and walked the Freedom Trail with a guide and then took the trolly.  Nice day.  A little frustrating when we left the city.  Once you get on the wrong freeway it is pretty frustrating until you get "out" of the city.

This picture is just proof that we did walk the streets of "Beantown".  Nope, didn't eat any beans.  The guide said that lobster is a popular food here.  Nope again.  Had enough lobster up north to last a while.

The road into our campground drove past these cranberry bogs.  They had just flooded them and were in the process of harvesting.  It was beautiful.  No wonder highway 28 was called the Cranberry Highway.  There were cranberry bogs all over the place.  None were flooded yet like this one so we were lucky.

We had lunch at Lindsey's place.