Another day, another Junior Ranger badge

On to Salem, Massachusetts! We expected to find campy witches galore (and our tour of the Witch Museum did not disappoint) but were pleasantly surprised to find much more than that. The Salem Maritime National Historic Site provided a beautiful, breezy way to pass the day – and the kids were able to earn another Junior Ranger badge to boot!

Late afternoon we drove along the coast a bit, visiting Marblehead and finding a perfect little beach. We climbed on rocks (Fletcher’s new favorite activity) and found fistfuls of colorful sea glass (which Lola Gray had been wanting to do for weeks) before heading back to downtown Salem for a lovely al fresco dinner.

Our campsite in Salem was the most unusual one yet – maybe the most unusual place I have ever stayed. Winter Island Park is owned by the City of Salem, and is just a stone’s throw from downtown, making it the perfect location for our very short stay. But we were surprised to discover that it’s waterfront ‘camp sites’ with the glorious views of the harbor (as evidenced in the photos below) are in reality a parking lot with electric hookups along one edge. Yes, literally a parking lot. It was weird to say the least, but once I got over the fact that it was a parking lot, it was actually really lovely. At night we listened to the waves slapping the rocky beach and the buoys gently ringing, and in the morning there was a beautiful sunrise behind the lighthouse. Fletcher bravely climbed the rocks almost all the way out to the lighthouse all by himself as Raymond and I packed the car and Lola slept. And then, we headed on to the next adventure!


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