This place is really nice. There are a lot of rules. While riding our bikes at dusk, we got stopped by the "hospitality booth" (the Gestapo) telling us we were not allowed to ride our bikes after dark. So Jim knifed the guy and Marci rolled him for spare change. This campground is ours now!

We had thought about driving into Boston today, but this place has so much to offer that other campgrounds don't, we decided to hang out and enjoy the facilities. Translation: We bummed around the pools and hot tubs all day. We did get some film developed and are sending pictures to Jim's mother. If you want to see them, get in touch with her! If you need her number, e-mail us.