The forecast was filled with rain, rain and more rain. All we knew of the campground we would be staying at was what the website told us. I got stuck in two separate traffic jams on my way through Allentown, and all that after racing like a madman to get my gear together.
All the signs for a disastrous weekend in the woods were there, but a funny thing happened on the way to bad times — everything worked out for the best.
The campground in question, Blue Rocks, was spectacular. Our massive site rested on a plateau and easily held all 12 campers, their cars, equipment and the two dogs with room to spare for an army division or two if need be. A return trip is certainly in the cards.
Blue Rocks is also on the cusp of the Appalachian Trail, which prompted a hiking expedition or two. I can now say that I’ve hit the trail in at least three states, thought actual hiking distance on it was cut shorter than I would have liked. We did get to spend plenty of time looking at the glacier deposit field from which the site gets it name — a freaky site of nature indeed.
For the most part our good fortune held out once Friday’s rains subsided. The only major mishap on that front was having Eileen’s keys locked inside her Blazer, but with a AAA card even that’s not a real problem.
On my way back I made a stop in Clinton to see good friend Nick and receive one free massage from his girlfriend Vivian, who is in school to bring people stress relief for a living. We also took a quick look around Clinton itself, watched the many ducks floating in the Raritan River and sipped on tea in the afternoon sun. Relaxation personified!
Eventually I made it back to my slice of the concrete jungle, bedding down shortly after arriving. The week ahead plans to be an eventful one, but my batteries are fully charged. Bring it on!
