I have no place to really type but I'm at least out of the car and in my PJs. Oh, such a story I have to tell. We got up this AM in Portland, Maine. We have lots of good things to say about the Marriott Fairfield in Scarborough, ME and I'll share them all when I can type sitting up.
We spent a lot of Thursday determining there is no place to stay in Vermont. So we passed on returning to the Vermont Country Store. Sad, but we had to be somewhat sensible. We were slow to start the day because we only needed to drive halfway to Hershey to ensure we could hook up with Cousin in PA. Unfortunately NH Cousin is down low with a wicked virus. So we'll have to visit our next time out.
Off we go down Maine into New Hampshire and over to Massachusetts and into Connecticut. We decided at 4:00 PM to start looking for someplace to park ourselves for the night by 5:00. That way we would have time to blog, find pills we knew we packed but couldn't find, and generally reconnoiter. Ok, so we first encountered no rooms because of the leaf peepers, but we got off the interstate and were driving on some Parkway 5 and found out that it was Parents Weekend for Yale. And we pushed on and continued to hear tales of weddings and school reunions. We even called forward to Hershey. If we drove until nearly 11 PM we could make it there, but they are having a car show and have no rooms until the one we booked for tomorrow.
I was calm as the proverbial cucumber, but CaDiva was starting to get a little cranky after the 17th or 30th hotel said no. We backtracked about five miles to one place that said we they had a room and it only cost $55.00 a night. We were a little nervous when they told us to bring cash. When we got there we realized we were right to be nervous. It was probably perfectly safe and clean. But this time we decided to judge the book by its cover. We took off like a rabbit with a scalded cotton tail.
At one point we pulled so far off the Hwy 5 in yet another unsuccessful attempt to find a place to lay our weary heads that Jillian put us back on I 95. I was horrified we were going to end up in Central Park. Just as the sun was setting I spotted a Best Western over CaDiva's shoulder. We pulled off and set Jillian to find the phone number, only to once again hear the sad words, "We're sold out for tonight." I asked one more time if the desk clerk had any recommendations. He did and we called this little local place, Fairfield Inn at the Circle. When I asked if they had a room for two adults for tonight the phone went quiet. I imagined the night desk clerk was laughing or rolling his eyes or just putting me on hold so I could fall like Wiley Coyote with a little Help! sign while he said "Meep Meep" from the cliff above. But NO ... He actually offered us a choice, one bed on the main floor or two beds on the second floor (no elevator.)
We snagged the king bed on the first floor and drove like the wind to find a charming, seriously dated, but clean, quiet place with an incredibly good diner next door. After we checked in (only $105 with tax) we dropped our bags and went next door for a proper dinner. CaDiva had the potato pancakes and I had the pastrami. HRH would have killed for the pickle.
We have already connected with PA Cousin and will be joining her and her husband at their home, three hours from our current digs.
I have more pictures to post and captions and tales to tell from the last two days. I promise I'll give you the details tomorrow.
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