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| Marina making herself at home |
Got out at a reasonable hour, stopped at the local sewer authority for a much needed dump, another quick stop at a Walmart before arriving at the Myles Standish Forest near Plymouth, MA. The office parking lot was too small and didn’t have a turnaround, so I had to back up to get out of it. Paid through Monday, not sure how long we’re planning on staying. Once we arrived at the campground we had to wait for a few minutes while another trailer was getting set up and were blocking the road in the meantime. Everyone in their group was dressed in desert fatigues and the side of the truck said something about Mass. Militia. Not sure what that was all about... Finally got past them, and headed toward the spot we had picked. The rangers in the office wouldn’t let us just pick a spot and call them, they insisted we select a site, sight unseen, and if we changed our mind we had to come back to the office to get new passes (6 miles of rough and potholed roads). Well, naturally, we found a site we thought would be better, so I immediately called to change the site, but they still insisted we come back for new vehicle tags. Once we got set up, I took the arduous trip back to pick up the new tags. What a waste of time and energy, but what can you do? The area where the horses were highlined had a lot of pine roots sticking up, and someone had gone around and painted them all blue, I guess to help people avoid tripping over them, which wasn’t easy even with the paint! Anyway, we finally got settled in, Hubby managed to get a satellite signal, and we had a quiet evening after a longer than expected day.
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