Travel day.

June 18, Charlestown.

Travel day, which would have been great if we had arrived as planned, late morning at worst so we could have gone and spent the rest of the day at the beach by the pond next to the whoop in this vast, beautiful park here in this little town by the ocean.
Instead we spent three hours in a shopping mall parking lot two miles off yesterday's lot while the axle on Oscar's trailer was getting repaired, then two hours at a rest area doubling as a weigh station outside of Danbury, Connecticut (No Loitering, Police on Alert) while, among other things, the emergency brakes on the Marathon were being fixed so it could get back on the road. John had been stopped at the scales as he was helping Reyna dump. We dumped too.
By the time we made it here it was mid-afternoon. We still got to the beach, however briefly, for then Fridman wanted to go see the Cole Brothers Circus, playing some twenty miles away. I stayed home with Nicolas and Priscilla and Jo came by for an evening tea.