Please Come To Boston

We were welcomed into Boston with a bit of drizzle but since temps were in the mid-50's, it felt a bit like home. We strolled to the Wonderland Station and caught the 'T', Boston's uber-awesome subway, to Fanueil Hall and the Quincy Market. Nothing like a bit of food and touristy shopping to get a trip off to a fab start. Pastries. Hot dogs. Chowdah. Sam Adams. Glo didn't even mind when we drug her along most of the Freedom Trail. Even checking out the graves of Paul Revere and Sam Adams wasn't too bad. By the time we walked (and walked and walked), had a bit of a nosh in the North End (Little Italy of Boston), our "dawgs"relished the ride back on the T. Gotta love the Boston talk and with the Celtics playing, it was crazy with all the "wearin' of the green" around.

Last night, we arrived late into Southwest Harbor Maine and looked up a friend from Santa Cruz who called just after we left to say she'd be in Eureka this week. What are the chances?! Luckily, she's home until Thursday so we got the local tour of "the island" including "Bah Habah" (the would be Bar Harbor if you don't speak Maine) and she fixed us up an absolutely awesome Lobstah Boil... Great fun...great visiting. Blueberry Ale. Very awesome. However, I'm back at the motel doing a load of laundry so my suitcase doesn't smell of the lobster juice that dripped and ran down my arms.

Tomorrow, we continue north to catch the ferry over to Nova Scotia. Hopefully, a computer will be available to catch up.

LEAVIN' ON A JET PLANE

The birds have flown (see previous blog) and so will we. We are heading out on a wondrous road trip but one to which we must fly.

We all knew that last summer's road trip a la Griswold would likely be the last with Hope since her grown-up status has her juggling school and job. As we discussed options with Glo, nothing we suggested seemed to inspire her. "I want to go someplace cool....like Boston". When Mark and I made our first east coast trek three years ago, we traveled north from Virginia, ending in Boston. We planned to continue that trip eventually so....why not now?

This will be Miss Glo's first flight so she's extra excited. We will fly in and out of Boston and will hopefully show her some tangible bits of history. TRY to excite her a bit about seeing places she had only been bored by in history classes. Beyond Boston, we will venture over coastal Maine, New Hampshire and into Nova Scotia where we will (hopefully) witness the great tidal exchange of the Bay of Fundy. I fully intend to walk on the ocean floor at low tide, mud squooshing between my toes. We have no schedule. No real timeline. A true road trip.