We are still moving slowly along in our 6 wheeled camping car that we have christened Janey-Rae. As we roll along the small bi-ways of the Northeast at 40-50 mph (64-80 kph) she doesn’t guzzle the gas too badly. We recently added some solar panels to recharge our evening energy needs. So although she is big, it is our house on wheels for the next 11 months, and we’re trying to be as energy efficient as possible.
After leaving Vermont we headed to a friend’s house where Angie had a go at cutting and dyeing the kids hair. It was a fun few days and we played mini golf, kickball, had a barbecue and a full weekend of Americana was had by all. As the house was situated perfectly between two race venues in Vermont then Massachusetts we made two visits. Our kind friends/hosts didn’t mind at all because we made it so much easier arriving with our own guest house.
At a recent race venue in the beautiful Berkshire Mountains of Massachusetts Janey-Rae sits amongst the other campervans. Another Joe helps me sort out a small niggle with the vacuum hose box. Janey looks small in comparison to some of the others out there on the road.
The long freight trains of New England trundled past our campsite, the blow of the whistle happening a few times a day followed by the low grumble of steel on steel as the half mile long beast wound through the countryside on the tracks laid down many years gone by. The tracks bordered the beautiful Mohawk Trail. Another throwback to a different time in America’s history. The river valley was a great place for all of us to cool off and have a swim (and wash) after the long days of racing and riding for Louis and Chessie. Angie and I haven’t done any proper mountain biking as of yet, but we have two town bikes so we can explore on two wheels after our mobile home is parked for a few days.
The racing bug has bitten Chessie as well, although not as infected as Louis, she is enjoying it with her new bike thanks to Danny’s Cycles Racing team for the more than generous hand-me-down.
We sit right now up The Hudson River Valley not far from a town called Hudson. It is a beautiful area and we are here emjoying the hospitality of Dan, a banjo-playing friend of ours we met at La Grangette in Montbrun. He is gigging in Austria and his parents are sunning in Greece, but we are sharing some time with the neighbours who live in the attached house next door, a couple from Brazil. So the international feeling from Montbrun still follows us here in America.
We all survived the family reunions and had an Italian food fest which followed us around for days in the form of left-overs.
The adventure continues, small niggles from Janey-Rae pop up once in a while, but we get through them and continue down the road. It’s all part of the bigger picture, I just need to keep that feeling alive while in the middle of a frustrating mechanical problem. Next stop is New Jersey to see some friends and break the bonds with the Northeast as we head towards The Carolinas with a stop in West Virginia first for another mountain-top race venue.
See ya up the road.