Note: I am writing this nearly two years later, I meant to come back to this and never did.
We awoke and drove a short ways to the New York Renaissance Faire. In the parking lot there was a pickup truck with New York rear plates and a Confederate flag for the front plate. Oooookay. Kinda odd. The location itself was permanent similar to North Carolina’s near Charlotte and consisted of a lake and some other pretty neat areas. Honestly, though, we favored the North Carolina faire. Don’t know why, maybe it is because it is what we are used to. Saw an act that used to show up in North Carolina, Dextre Tripp, and despite putting on a decent show he seemed pretty bitter about the North Carolina faire — I guess that is why he doesn’t show anymore. Also I wasn’t feeling great and we were all sort of at odds — the end of the long vacations can get that way, sadly.
We left mid-afternoon and headed through pretty northern New Jersey before hitting the New Jersey Turnpike on our way to our room in Northeast, Maryland.