#227 Bradford, VT Boondock parking lot

There was a boondock we were heading for towards Bradford Vermont.

I had GPS coordinates but as we passed near there was a fairground-looking thing to the right and the gate was closed.

It was all dark and raining and I knew that it was going to require a little more effort than I had intended. I figured I would go up the way and at least look for a place to turn around then I came to like an intersection that had a huge gravel lot.

It was across the street from a farm supply store and sort of an industrial area. It looked like an area where they staged materials for maintaining train tracks. There was a bunch of railroad ties stacked up and such, like a maintenance yard area.

Considering the weather and how the one back there wasn't that inviting anyway this lot seemed to be calling me. I couldn't see any reason why it wouldn't be a good overnight stop.

I remember right before I parked there I went on up the hill thinking I would park at a grocery store eat the go back to my new found boondock. I wish I knew why I didn’t drop the rig right there first. I went up towards town and turned into a parking lot and I was going to just do an elaborate U-turn and head back. I ended up behind the delivery part of a big strip mall. I got to a point where I couldn't figure out how to get out of there let's call it an 18-point turn.

I could kick myself because I could have easily just dropped the rig first.

I remember the exciting part of the evening was going to the grocery store and getting a bite to eat somewhere. It was a perfectly good boondock. We had a few drops of water coming in through the RV roof and that was no fun. I had planned to do something about it when I get to Florida or at my house. For now, we just have to put up with it.