So, here it is Thursday, I think. We are in the White Mountains of New Hampshire and we are getting our first day of rest. Its been drizzling off and on but the rain has kept the mosquitos down.
It's been rough. Having never planned a long road trip, I didn't realize how long the drive was between campsites and because the internet went down for a constant 5 days before we left, I could never check the distances on mapquest. So, we drove all day on Tuesday and all day on Wednesday. After getting lost in Detroit, driving through Canada, getting hassled by an American Border Patrol agent upon reentering the U.S., and stopping countless time at Kmarts, Camping Worlds and the like, we finally got into Niagara at 3:30am. We dropped dead into sleep and was on the road by 11:00am that morning. It was a pouring and thundering storm that we drove through. We saw the Falls at a distance and got out of there. Determined not to stop as much so that our, ahem, 9 hour drive to the Chocorua Camping Village would be efficient and completed at a reasonable hour. Alas, we got lost a couple more times when our GPS lost the satellite in the mountains. We stopped in Vermont so that we could get some groceries and maple syrup for my mom and so Gabe could get some pictures for his website and business. Some beautiful plaques and sculptures that could use a little maintenance. We also got some pictures of the mountains. Vermont is truly one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen.
So, today we are finally relaxing. Unfortunately, it is imbued with a gloomy mood. These two long and stressful days have brought out our worst and bickering has commenced. Anyone who knows me knows that I am what one might call a "cry-baby". And so, I have shed many tears to the annoyance and chagrin of Gabe. I was worried that the close quarters would put a strain on us but I didn't think that we'd be fighting for the first two days! Don't get me wrong, there has been many great hours of conversation, laughter and future speculation. Conversations that affirm the relationship without actually stating so. When telling people about this trip, many of the pessimistic would make the comment, "Well, that'll be the test of your relationship." Which I thought was a little rude and then I would brush it off. I never once believed them. But sometimes my own self-doubt spreads in these other areas of my life and it's hard to shake.
All right, so that said, it's time to move on. I think I'll end this post by stating a public apology for being exceptionally emotional and sensitive. But with the caveat that I have always been this way and will continue to be this way. I will always try to temper my emotional reactions but they will never cease to be a part of my personality.
Here's to living in a truck with your dogs and your boyfriend. *toast*
I'd like to add an ammendment to this last blog. We finished the day in great spirits. Gabe spent most of his day organizing and reading. I spent most of my day with my dogs. We went to the dog park at the campground, we went swimming at the dog beach and went hiking on a trail for a short while. (A beautiful and big dog park, pristinely clean with plenty of trees, grass and pine needles.) I also read a little and posted my blog. We both decided not to fight anymore and kept to that promise. Finally, with the dogs completely wiped out, and after some wine, cheese and farmstand fruit, and a game of Gin Rummy, we are now sitting outside at the campfire, allowing it to hypnotize us with its wily flames.






