Drive to Vermont (through New Hampshire to get to it)

Before leaving Maine to go to Vermont, (a four to five hour drive) Dad and I got in the car to go mail the box full of papers of our trip, the wine stuff, the letter to the Fulton County Board of Education, and some nuts for one couple, and coffee beans for another. We went in to the U.S. Postal Service, and found out it opened at 9:00, instead of 8 (it was that time). So we left reluctantly, and went into the UPS building. There was a short haired lady who had grey hair. "Hello," she said in a rick NJ accent,"How can I help you?"

"Hi, I'd like to ship this,"Dad said as he put the box full of papers on the scale,"to my home address. "

"David Bourne, 10655 Woodstock Rd, Roswell GA, 30075?"

"That would be it."

"Okay. What else do you have here?"

Dad opened up the wine box, and just as he did, the lady said,"I... can't ship liquor."

Dad looked surprised. "Really, well that's weird. The people at the winery said you could."

"I keep telling 'em not to tell people that because we don't."

We did however ship the papers, and got boxes in which the nuts and coffee beans went into. We also got a return address for the note to the FULTON COUNTY SCHOOL BOARD. We would be sending those things through the Post Office. At the UPS building, I met a home nurse who worked with a man who had lipheria. She said she tried to make his day better and better. I also met an old man who was writing an article for a historic magazine. He was also writing about his former boss who was a Republican senator.

We ate breakfast at McDonald's, and had a very good breakfast burrito. Then we went off, and finally got to the post office. Putting the addresses on the boxes while waiting in line, Dad noticed something. He didn't know which box was the nuts and which were the coffee. So, he opened it up with his knife, and then sorted them out. After taping it back on with a role up tape they had (selling for $3.49), he gave it to Anna, a girl who also needed it. She said thanks.

We got the stuff shipped, and then went out. We drove back to The R.V. I found out that Rebecca had been doing grammar, math, and spelling while I had been gone. Now it was my turn.

"Can I do it later?" I asked. "I need to do something for the blog."

Later, before we left, I left two books that I already read and got two more books at the Take One, Leave One bookstore. Most every campground has a place for books. I also talked to Mr. Brook's wife, Sharon, about a book I would like called Alex Rider. It was a spy kids book. We also went into Mr. Brook's camper, which was very roomy. It was cool.

We then said goodbye, and got ready to take off for Danville, VT. I looked online, talked with friends, saw the view, got out as rest stations, and blogged and read. (and snacked. We didn't have lunch that day.) We drove through a lot of Maine, and most of New Hampshire. We even went to a place called Mexico, Maine. That city was very pretty.

It took us five hours, and it was dark and rainy when we got to our campsite. But we put it the water supply and energy. We then had my mother's famous tuna surprise, and then settled down watching antique roadshow. Then I fell softly asleep.

Mom finished The Confession