Day 3 - North Adams, MA to Seneca Falls, NY - 221 miles

So today was a stride out day.....or a get a move on day! Simon is flying home from Toronto on Wednesday to go back to work and we are dropping him off at Niagara on Tuesday night.... so we have today and tomorrow to cover roughly 6 hours of driving.

We packed up and set off at around 9 am onto highway 2 which is also known as the Mohawk trail. This is taken from Wiki.... The Mohawk Trail began as an Native American trade route which connected Atlantic tribes with tribes in Upstate New York and beyond.... It's certainly pretty but too slow for what we needed today, so after a trip to Walmart to stock up on essentials like a cork screw, chopping board, and toaster (cant live without a toaster - we are English!!) we set off to the I 90....which is a major highway.

Now readers of my last blog (louisecroak.blogspot.com) will know that I travelled along the I 90 at Christmas but that time I was in the West on my way from Calgary to West Yellowstone. The I 90 runs from one side of America to the other, and now 9 months later I am on the same road just some 2,300 miles further East!!

Right before we got on to the 90 there was a diner, so we stopped off to get mum her 11 o'clock coffee and have a cake/waffle. Did you know that Diners get there name because the first diners were made out of railway dining cars?? Thanks dad ! (he picked up an American diner book from the 95% off sale at Borders that he is reading at night, so every day we are treated to a stop at a different diner and a new ''interesting fact!"

So on the toll road we went for roughly 3 hours, pretty boring and not much to see, until we reached the turn off for our next night. We stopped off at a liquor store to get some alcohol but they didn't sell beer, only spirits and wine, so it was off down the road to the grocery store to pick up dinner and some beer. I stayed in the van whilst dad and mum went in. After about 20 minutes I hear this faint shrill of Siiiiiiimmmmmmon! It was mum from across the car park. Simon says "sounds like dad needs your USA bank card" so I went into the shop to see what was going on. Well here is the funny thing......dad had only been refused to be served because he had no ID! So me, his 29 year old daughter had to go into the supermarket to buy my dad his beer. Lololol!

The next camp ground was close by and we set up the RV just in time for it to start raining. No camp fire or s'mores tonight!

And so to bed, ready for the last day going West before we head back East and north to start the leaf peeping !!

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