I’m a little behind in writing about our camping trips, as we’ve now returned from our second adventure. I’ll try to catch up…
So, the verdict is in. Thanks to our little trailer, we love camping again.
We left on our the maiden voyage, heading east on June 14th.
After a few hours of driving we stopped for the night at a truck stop in Castleton-upon-Hudson. The great thing about towing your lodgings is that you can just park and sleep. And that is exactly what we did.
It’s fairly well known throughout the RV community that retailers like Walmart and Ikea welcome travellers to use their parking lots overnight. That’s great, but a parking space isn’t enough for us. We both need a hot shower to start the day, and we don’t have those facilities in our tiny camper. After some quick research, we discovered that many trucks stops also offer free overnight parking, and have showers available.
Even as we pulled off the road, I really wasn’t sure about the whole sleeping in a parking lot thing. We didn’t really need a proper campsite though. It would have been an added expense and out of our way. In the end, we chose the conviencet and buck saving option. After all, it was worth at least trying once.
It turned out to be just fine. The rest stop was well lit, busy, and noisy, which made us feel safe, but wasn’t ideal for a peaceful slumber. Once we got used to the hum though, we got actually managed to get a decent night’s sleep. It’s not something I’d want do all the time, but I’d consider doing it again in a similar circumstance.
Then there were the showers. If I’d had to speculate about what I’d be writing here about a truck stop shower before our trip, I would have expected to tell you about some fresh hell, but that could not be any further from what we found. They were spotless, five star facilities. We were shocked at just how lovely they were. The cashier had been sheepish about charging us $12.00 to get the keys to the shower rooms, but it was worth ever penny.
Clean and refreshed, with our coffee cups full, and a topped up tank of gas, we left the truck stop and continured along the highway.
We arrived in Newport Rhode Island just before lunch.
Do you remember the A&E show America’s Castle’s from the 1990s? One episode focused on the Newport Mansions and I’ve been dying to visit them ever since. Finally, last weekend, we did!
During the guilded age, Newport was the place where plantation owners came to escape the oppressive southern heat, and the families of northern industrialists took refuge from the cities during the summer months. It’s location offered cool ocean breezes, making it the ideal spot to build a summer cottage.
Like this one:
The Breakers was was the grandest of these summer houses.
This was built as the summer home of Cornelius Vanderbilt II, for about $12 million. To but that in perspective, the modern equivalent would be about $331 million. It’s insane. There’s a room here with walls decorated with platinum.
Rosecliff was my favourtite. We were jokingly trying to imagine our furniture in there.
It’s ballroom has been used in several movies, including the 1974 Version of the Great Gatsby.
This is the view from Rosecliff’s backyard:
Next, we visited Marble House.
Alva Vanderbilt was given this house for her 39th birthday.
I turned 39 this year but I didn’t get a beaux arts mansion overlooking the ocean. Who do I speak to about this injustice?
Our final tour of the day was The Elms.
The estate was named the after trees that once stood on the property, but have since succumbed to dutch elm disease.
This was one of the last Newport cottages to be run with a full staff and social season in the tradition of the gilded age.
After the owner died in the early 1960s, The Elms, and it’s contents were auctioned off, and it was slated for demolition. Just weeks away from the wrecking ball, it was saved by the local preservationists.
If they ever auction off this stature – I must have it!
There were few others I would have loved to have seen, but four tours was already a bit much for one day. In fact, by the time we walked though The Elms, we were mansioned out. I was becoming increasingly less impressed by another grand staircase, another marble mantle, another ornate tapestry, etc…
Meanwhile, our summer retreat was parked on the street behind out car. We returned to it and moved on to Cape Cod for the rest of our trip…