9/11/08 A Random Act of Kindness Gives Us a Camping Spot
After blueberry pancakes and real maple syrup, I stared calling to find a camping spot. The first place I called was the closest campground to the speedway. They had just had a cancellation and accepted us right away. Too good to be true! Nope, just a random act of kindness by the lady on the phone. She says we can walk from our camper and the people in their campground are fun, but relatively quiet compared to the raceway campground. For the price, we could have it until Monday. Great,, Terry says and the deal is done. Too good to be true, maybe, we’ll see. Things are just falling into place so well that we feel great about our decision to go.
On down Hwy 202 from Biddeford, Maine to Loudon, New Hampshire we go with a stop at the store to stock up our food and stuff. Beautiful drive on this little country highway through wooded areas like you might drive through on our coast. This little, two lane highway leads us right to the speedway and literally we are camping across the fence from the speedway. Whoa!
When we park, the folks next to us come right up and introduce themselves. Matty wins them over immediately, but soon it’s like we have known them forever. Folks about our age with older motor homes, nothing fancy. Turns out that the same group of folks have camped together for up to fifteen years in this campground. Some guy bought this land and twice a year, parks hundreds of RVs among the trees so race fans are close without the hassle of the speedway campground rowdiness. The fourth rig that was supposed to be in this area cancelled yesterday and when I talked to the gal this morning I shared with her about our trip when I called for a reservation. She liked the sound of me and decided to give us this space because they had to find just the right people to put here or they were going to leave it vacant. Later we learned that there is a waiting list of several years to camp here. No one just gets a spot the day before the race. What, you got a spot this morning, no way, unheard of…. Thank you God. You’ve done it again. We’re off on another grand adventure.
We walked to the track to pick up our tickets at will call then decided to go ahead and spend the money for the general admission tickets for Friday and Saturday’s races. Terry walked right up the 50 rows of grandstand steps and we stood at the top and I was all choked up with emotion. Too good to be true.
The Air National Guard trailer was near the Speed Channel stage and we knocked on the door and our new friend that we met in Vermont at the RV service store, Terry Clark, was there. He welcomed us in with open arms and we just shared more about our travels since we saw him last. Seems he was at the air show in Brunswick, Maine that we decided not to attend when our RV broke down. Just too many coincidences of our trip paralleling over the past few months!!!
After blueberry pancakes and real maple syrup, I stared calling to find a camping spot. The first place I called was the closest campground to the speedway. They had just had a cancellation and accepted us right away. Too good to be true! Nope, just a random act of kindness by the lady on the phone. She says we can walk from our camper and the people in their campground are fun, but relatively quiet compared to the raceway campground. For the price, we could have it until Monday. Great,, Terry says and the deal is done. Too good to be true, maybe, we’ll see. Things are just falling into place so well that we feel great about our decision to go.
On down Hwy 202 from Biddeford, Maine to Loudon, New Hampshire we go with a stop at the store to stock up our food and stuff. Beautiful drive on this little country highway through wooded areas like you might drive through on our coast. This little, two lane highway leads us right to the speedway and literally we are camping across the fence from the speedway. Whoa!
When we park, the folks next to us come right up and introduce themselves. Matty wins them over immediately, but soon it’s like we have known them forever. Folks about our age with older motor homes, nothing fancy. Turns out that the same group of folks have camped together for up to fifteen years in this campground. Some guy bought this land and twice a year, parks hundreds of RVs among the trees so race fans are close without the hassle of the speedway campground rowdiness. The fourth rig that was supposed to be in this area cancelled yesterday and when I talked to the gal this morning I shared with her about our trip when I called for a reservation. She liked the sound of me and decided to give us this space because they had to find just the right people to put here or they were going to leave it vacant. Later we learned that there is a waiting list of several years to camp here. No one just gets a spot the day before the race. What, you got a spot this morning, no way, unheard of…. Thank you God. You’ve done it again. We’re off on another grand adventure.
We walked to the track to pick up our tickets at will call then decided to go ahead and spend the money for the general admission tickets for Friday and Saturday’s races. Terry walked right up the 50 rows of grandstand steps and we stood at the top and I was all choked up with emotion. Too good to be true.
The Air National Guard trailer was near the Speed Channel stage and we knocked on the door and our new friend that we met in Vermont at the RV service store, Terry Clark, was there. He welcomed us in with open arms and we just shared more about our travels since we saw him last. Seems he was at the air show in Brunswick, Maine that we decided not to attend when our RV broke down. Just too many coincidences of our trip paralleling over the past few months!!!
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