Day 9

Tuesday we only traveled 114 miles because we made it to Camp Berea in Hebron, NH to visit our friends Bill and Ruth. They brought us right to the dining hall, making sure we were fed before giving us the grand tour of the wonderful camp. The beauty of this camp can not be put into words but must be experienced, as it is nestled on a lake in the White Mountains.

We started catching up on all the happenings in our lives and before we knew it it was time to eat dinner. The campers are not there yet, but all the counselors are there preparing. Meeting so many wonderful young men and women who are dedicating their summer to helping others find Jesus was refreshing. We were asked to give a 5 minute presentation on Geocaching, so we did that at the end of the meal, then everyone got up and chipped in to get the dishes done.

The next thing on our agenda was to help Bill and Ruth become Geocachers. They were anxious to learn and enjoyed finding 4 caches with us. It was amazing how many wonderful trails and views of the lake there were so near the camp. Wait til they find out the others near by that we found today on our way out of the area. We topped our evening off with a visit to a local ice cream shop.

After going through the necessary channels to get permission for us to stay in camp, we quickly fell asleep.

We ate breakfast with the crew, said our good-byes and were on the road before 8 this morning.

Meandering through the mountians we stopped at some caches on a scenic bike trail along a raging river. It often feels like we are in Wisconsin and then we see a building built in 1770 something, or get a glimpse of a tree covered mountain top and realize we are no where near home.

Gas is running around $2.65 a gallon.

We passed through Concord, NH staying on HWY 3 and entered MA just after noon today. The traffic continued to get more congested as we headed toward Lexington. We found ourself on the Battle Road, passing many buildings from the 1600's, the house of "The Little Women", Waldon Pond, Minute Men National Historic Park, the town of Lincoln establishedin 1754, Hartwell Tavern and Lexintong Green... we are heading back over there tomorrow.

Bill had warned us to stay off the expressway at rush hour, but we trusted our NUVI and ended up on it anyway. Thankfully for only 2 miles and we were in the lane we needed to be in to get off. Traffic was moving extremly slow, but drivers were actually polite. No one was even honking their horns.