Posted on: 17-10-2020 Written by: Editorial staff Reading time: 12 minutes
Motorhome trip through America: the lobster of your life

Motorhome trip through America: the lobster of your life

The idea actually came about by chance. In 2015, I ate the most delicious lobster of my life with friends in Newport, Rhode Island. Because of that experience, I decided to take my family there, but the hotel rooms turned out to be terribly expensive. Friends wanted to come along and suggested renting two Motorhomes. A motorhome trip through America, then. A brilliant idea! Hotel and transport in one.

You rent cars at the airport, Motorhomes apparently in the woods. From Logan International Airport, the motorhome pick-up location in Boston turns out to be forty kilometers away. Fortunately, Uber works excellently in America. A van quickly takes us to green Tyngsboro.

The motorhome rental lady waddles along to the Motorhomes and gives a cynical explanation. She has been doing this job for too long, answered all questions before. Now we politely laugh at her standard jokes about emptying the grey water tank and the fact that the thirteen-foot-high motorhome cannot pass under 12-foot-high bridges. “Then the air conditioning on the roof will definitely come off.”

Happy camper

Surprisingly spacious

Among dozens of giant Caravans and mega Motorhomes, our 25-foot Motorhomes look like Dinky Toys. But the space inside is surprisingly large and the layout is right. After a short inspection, the exterior is washed again and then we can hit the road. First, to a campsite nearby to get used to it.

But the space in our Motorhomes is surprisingly large and the layout is right.
But the space in our Motorhomes is surprisingly large and the layout is right.

Massachusetts

The V-8 growls like a Grizzly as we turn onto the provincial road. A few miles further on, an overpass looms. Pff, 14 feet high, no problem. We drive through the well-kept landscape of Massachusetts. It is a green Randstad around Boston. The houses are white, the lawns neatly mowed, and everywhere the American flag waves in the front yard. Almost nowhere do we see fences or hedges, Americans like a wide view of the neighborhood.

The V-8 growls like a Grizzly as we turn onto the provincial road.
The V-8 growls like a Grizzly as we turn onto the provincial road.

The recommended campsite turns out to be a kind of terraced campsite with flat areas where Motorhomes and Caravans are set up separately. We get a 'full hook-up', which means a pitch with electricity, water, internet, and a sewer connection. Under each Caravan or motorhome, we see a ribbed pipe on legs running to a hole in the ground. This 'caterpillar' is the fixed poop line from the motorhome to the campsite sewer.

Not cheap

The campsite is not cheap, you pay 65 dollars for a night in the woods. We are among exclusively American campers. Most have surrounded themselves with so much luxury that it seems as if they hate camping. In Europe, you won't find two leather armchairs in the woods in front of a 65-inch television screen on the outside of the motorhome anywhere.

Slide-outs

Also typically American are the 'slide-outs', parts that are slid out of megalomaniac Caravans like a matchbox to further enlarge the living space. Motorhomes here often have the size of a full-grown touring coach. Sometimes these mega Motorhomes pull a 'normal' car on a tow bar. The timelessly beautiful silver Airstream Caravans, known from 'All you need is love', remain our favorites. They are plentiful here.

Also typically American are the 'slide-outs'
Also typically American are the 'slide-outs'.

Each motorhome pitch has its own fixed picnic table and a stone barbecue. Without a grill, we have to buy that for 16 dollars in the campsite shop. With the firelighters and the mega bag of briquettes, it becomes a costly meal. However, the taste of the thick roasted steaks makes up for everything. The first night in a motorhome, we get used to the movements, the smell, and the hard mattresses. We wake up to the sunlight and make a delicious breakfast that we eat under the immensely tall trees. Life smiles upon us. Time to make plans for the rest of our motorhome trip through America.

On to Boston

Boston has a reputation for being a beautiful city, but to be honest, we only know it from television series like Cheers. It doesn't seem wise to enter the city with our wide, eight-meter-long mobile hotel room. So we look for a parking spot near a metro station in a suburb and find it at a hardware store. The ladies behind the counter have no problem with us leaving our Motorhomes there for the day.

In a good half hour, the metro takes us to downtown Boston. The city on the Atlantic Ocean has a long history of trade with the whole world and breathes inspiration. Jazz musicians play swinging music in passages. The world-famous Harvard University and the Boston Symphony Orchestra bring together the brightest minds and the most brilliant musicians here. At the same time, like other cities in America, it has a drugstore next to a fast-food restaurant on every shopping street. Boston is inextricably linked to the struggle for independence, in which the United States of America broke away from Great Britain.

Faneuil Hall

We are amazed by Faneuil Hall, a historic market hall, where all kinds of modern shops are now located. In the original hall, speeches for independence were held in the 18th century, now you mainly find shops with sweets and trinkets.

The building is part of the Freedom Trail, a four-kilometer walk through the city center. In Boston, the atmosphere is relaxed, cozy, and civilized. We will definitely come back here.

Sleeping in a parking lot

In the evening we drive south and decide to spend the night independently of everything and everyone. We choose the parking lot of the Wrentham town hall, right next to the police station. If we're not allowed to be there, we'll surely find out soon enough. But nothing happens. We have a super quiet spot, eat at a local restaurant, and sleep like a baby.

Car graveyard

The majority of our group is female. They want to shop carefree in one of the enormous outlet centers during this Motorhome trip through America.

The men set off to explore the neighborhood. Along the way, at a stall selling asparagus and eggs, they see a strange kind of car graveyard. Rusted old cars adorn the provincial road as a symbol of transience. When we buy asparagus, we start talking to the owner. The man with a ponytail and mustache has a somewhat gloomy look. He collects all kinds of old stuff; his barns are packed with antique toys, wrecks of rare cars, and enameled advertising signs.

When he notices our fascination with his old belongings, he tells us he's looking for a buyer for the entire tent. It's a lot of work to keep everything up, and he'd rather spend his time helping people with mental health issues. Since the closure of Medfield Mental Hospital, there has been no care for them. He advises us to take a look at the grounds of the closed institution, just a little further down the road. Pointing to his rusted wrecks, he says: “if you like this, you'll definitely enjoy that.”

Former asylum

We have no idea where we will end up, but we decide to follow the route he indicated anyway. 'Further on' in America is different from here. In this case, we drive almost 50 kilometers before we arrive at the grounds of the former 'asylum'.

It turns out to be a large park with dozens of large red brick buildings, demonstratively boarded up with red planks. Now local residents walk their dogs there, others paint the slightly dilapidated chapel or the stairs of the clinics. It is fascinating how the fringe phenomena of society can be read from the dilapidated buildings. In this tranquil place, you feel the oppressive atmosphere of the film 'One flew over the cuckoo's nest'.

We drive back in silence. Reality may be even crueler than the film, because people with mental disabilities are hardly cared for anymore. According to statistics, 56% of people with a mental disorder in the USA do not receive treatment. Almost half of all cases turn to alcohol or drugs. If they cannot go to family, they often end up on the streets or – even worse – in prison.

Cape Cod

We continue our journey through the green nature of Massachusetts. The highways are boring, but you can make excellent progress. The Motorhome drives great. You have plenty of power, excellent side mirrors, and you quickly get used to the size of the vehicle. We drive on to Cape Cod, the peninsula in the southeast and a favorite spot of President John F. Kennedy. In the past, this was the center of cod fishing. Now, oysters and lobsters are mainly caught, and tourism is an important source of income. There are beautiful sandy beaches and lovely forests, creeks, and lakes. Places here have British roots, as evidenced by place names like Sandwich, Harwich, Yarmouth, and Chatham.

In Eastham, we choose the beautiful Atlantic Oaks campsite. There's a cheerful island atmosphere, just like on Texel. It's peaceful, the love for nature is dominant, and we feel perfectly at home in the cheerful, relaxed living environment.

Provincetown

Our next destination is Provincetown at the very northern tip of Cape Cod. The place is world-famous for its whale watching excursions and its large LGBTQ+ community. The rainbow flag flies on many of the colorful wooden houses.

Whale watch

We buy a Whale watch ticket on one of the tourist boats and ask about the chances of actually spotting the humpback whales. The men laugh. "The chance is 99% between April and October. If it doesn't work today, you can come along for free tomorrow." Cape Cod is internationally renowned. Just like in Boston, we see other tourists here than Americans. On board, we choose a spot far away from the smell of frying.

Within ten minutes, the first warning sounds through the loudspeakers. “Humpback on port side”, a humpback whale to port. Everyone rushes to the ocean side where we indeed see some characteristic spouts of water rising from the water.

Then we fly to the other side where a school of dolphins plays almost touchable next to the boat. In the next few hours, we see three types of whales and multiple dolphin species. Impressive is the whale that slaps its tail on the water for minutes. The guide knows some of the mammals by name and tells how often they have been seen here. Sometimes that is more than 20 years in a row.

Newport

After spotting the whales, we view the friendly colored houses of Provincetown. Then it's time to depart for Newport. A substantial drive of 200 kilometers through terrain that most resembles the Veluwe. The border between Rhode Island and Massachusetts lies at Fall River.

Rhode Island is the smallest but also the most prosperous state in America. Many wealthy families, such as Vanderbilt, Eisenhower, and Kennedy, have or had their country estates here. These are the so-called 'Mansions', imposing neo-colonial buildings, often with balconies and columns, which give the estates a royal appearance.

Newport has a wonderful sporting atmosphere. A major international tennis tournament is held there annually, and on the grounds is the prestigious hall of fame, where tennis legends are honored.

And then: the lobster

Newport is also the Mecca of American sailing. You'll see the most beautiful boats there, such as classic J-class yachts and ultra-modern superyachts. We park the Motorhome in a large deserted parking lot near Fort Adams State Park and head to The Clarke Cooke House for the legendary lobster.

And there it is, the mega-delicious 'lobster of your life'. This one is sautéed in a sherry and spring onion sauce. Price, $36.75. My travel companions also found it worthwhile to make a transatlantic journey and a 1000-kilometer trip in a Motorhome for it.

Want to take a Motorhome trip through America too?

From Amsterdam, you can book a direct return flight to Boston Logan International Airport from approximately €450. The flight time is about 8 hours.

You can book a Motorhome with many different companies in the Netherlands. We paid $1000 per week for the C25 four-person Motorhome. You only need a B driving license to drive this Motorhome.

You receive the Motorhome with a full fuel, propane gas, and water tank, and an empty waste water tank. You must return the Motorhome in the same condition. Additional costs include fuel, propane gas, rental of separate camping chairs, camping fees, and insurance. The total Motorhome costs for a week amounted to approximately 1500 euros.

You are not allowed to park the Motorhome in some places in city and village centers. This is usually indicated. Staying overnight at a campsite is pleasant because you can use all power-consuming appliances, refill the limited water supply, and empty the waste water tank.

Our route.

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