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Well. we are back home again and I am into my third load of laundry. I am totally confused as to what day it is and what time of day and where exactly I am so I guess it was a good holiday.
I understand now that to say that the traffic in Boston was hell goes without saying. THose people do not seem to feel that signage is necessary and what street you are on is their little secret and they are not telling. The GPS wasn't even that much help. We got out of there quickly.
We spent a wonderful afternoon and evening in Lexington and Concord, had a nice walk around Walden Pond, met Henry David (in the flesh- a most self-efffacing young man), visited the graveyard to say Hi to Louisa May, went to Salem to the house of seven gables (and were surrounded by bad karma and the lack of signage.)
Next day we went to Cape Cod, traveled out to the Kennedy Compound and finished the day with a long watch on the beach in Chatam picking up shells and talking to the seals. My toesies were finally content.
Saturday was the reason we went out East. We went up to Portland Maine to meet up with Dave's buddies from the AirForce. Good reunion. We went whale watching five hours out in the Atlantic, saw lots of whales (minke and right) and lots and lots of seals. (Turns out that deer spotting and seal spotting have alot in common.)
Sunday, we were so ennamored of Portland that we went back. We took a schooner out on the bay for a few hours. Dave had never been sailing on a tallish ship and fell in love with it.
Then we took a trolly out to the lighthouse. Just beautiful.
Yesterday we started home. The trip back into Boston was a disaster. Dave had such an attitude about the driving. But we found the airport, found our flight and then sat out on the taramac for several hours. When we got into Metro, of course, we had missed our flight into Flint but Delta very quickly found us another one. It was suppose to leave at seven and then nine and then at midnight they announced
I understand now that to say that the traffic in Boston was hell goes without saying. THose people do not seem to feel that signage is necessary and what street you are on is their little secret and they are not telling. The GPS wasn't even that much help. We got out of there quickly.
We spent a wonderful afternoon and evening in Lexington and Concord, had a nice walk around Walden Pond, met Henry David (in the flesh- a most self-efffacing young man), visited the graveyard to say Hi to Louisa May, went to Salem to the house of seven gables (and were surrounded by bad karma and the lack of signage.)
Next day we went to Cape Cod, traveled out to the Kennedy Compound and finished the day with a long watch on the beach in Chatam picking up shells and talking to the seals. My toesies were finally content.
Saturday was the reason we went out East. We went up to Portland Maine to meet up with Dave's buddies from the AirForce. Good reunion. We went whale watching five hours out in the Atlantic, saw lots of whales (minke and right) and lots and lots of seals. (Turns out that deer spotting and seal spotting have alot in common.)
Sunday, we were so ennamored of Portland that we went back. We took a schooner out on the bay for a few hours. Dave had never been sailing on a tallish ship and fell in love with it.
Then we took a trolly out to the lighthouse. Just beautiful.
Yesterday we started home. The trip back into Boston was a disaster. Dave had such an attitude about the driving. But we found the airport, found our flight and then sat out on the taramac for several hours. When we got into Metro, of course, we had missed our flight into Flint but Delta very quickly found us another one. It was suppose to leave at seven and then nine and then at midnight they announced