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During her visit with us in Manhattan, my grandmother had mentioned to me that we should see the mansions of Newport, Rhode Island. So, of course, we went. Newport is one of the many playgrounds for the rich on the East coast -- old money, and lots of it. The homes we saw were incredible, especially so since these were nearly all only summer homes for old industrial families who normally lived elsewhere. Rhode Island is beautiful and wild for the most part, and many of these homes were built to take advantage of this, but others were absurdly ostentatious -- built like French chateaus or German castles. Many of them offered tours, but we opted to keep driving as such tours were typically $8 to $12 each and we were not really in the mood. It was an entertaining drive, full of lots of exclamations of "Wow, look at that one!", and "Oh my god...". Shortly after our Newport tour, we crossed into Massachusetts and pointed ourselves towards Cape Cod, and cool weather. We had reserved this campground in advance, since everyone on the East coast wants to be on the cape, and inland temperatures were in the 90s. We obtained a lovely site in the humongous Nickerson State Park out in Brewster, about 2/3 of the way towards Provincetown, which lies at the tip of the cape. The campsite was spacious, quiet, tree shaded and only $12 a night. We love state parks. They never have hookups of any kind, but we can 'dry camp' without hookups easily, as long as the solar panels on the trailer get a few hours of sun each day. We settled in, and it was good. |
