You know this east coast is really quite amazing. The more we travel around here the more I am intrigued. I loved Rhode Island, well in the summer. It seems that the winters could be a bit on the cold and bitter side. But being back on the coast was quite rejuvenating. There is some thing about the ocean that seems cleansing. The landscape is similar to New Jersey with all the trees and green but everything is shorter. The trees don't seem as tall and not as dense and one of my favorite parts that I saw on our trip was the abundance of small farms and old buildings. It is really a pretty state.
I am constantly in awe of the idea of people coming here 300 or 400 hundred years ago and landing without any knowledge of what awaited them. Here the forests meet the sea and they are dense. I remember something from a book I read for school as some point that the settlers believed that the forest was evil. Imagine the darkness that set in at night, without city lights or street lamps or even porch lights to help light your way. I don't think I would leave the comfort of my own cabin after sunset, that's for sure.
I really want to start reading more history about this coast, about how people came here and how they survived. Back then there was no million dollar prize at the end of the first 39 days, no doctor a phone call away, and no Jeff Probst to offer rewards of cheeseburgers or a video from a family member.