Rain, Rain, Go Away, Come Again Some Other Day!

SOME THINGS WE HAVE LEARNED

Richard is Right!

The drivers in Massachusetts are the worst in the world! We had several close calls as the obliviots went screeching by us or around us. We have kept safe, but the speed limits on the roads mean nothing to them, and yielding to oncoming traffic when making a left turn is not required. In fact, red lights seem to only mean stop until there is a mini-opening and squeeze across the intersection. I swear we saw all these things happen in one day! We were glad to cross the state line into New Hampshire this afternoon.

It’s easy to get lost in Boston!

Had we not taken several wrong turns and passed our exit from I-93, we would never have seen Tufts University or the Bunker Hill Memorial Bridge. Nor would we have seen as much of Quincy as we did if we had been able to see the sun and could tell east from west and north from south (or north from west, etc.). We finally stopped at Walmart and bought a compas last night, but even it doesn’t work any better than the Massachusetts drivers and didn’t help us out much. (Seriously, the magnet seems to be off and it points southeast most of the time.)

Lobster has a season!

After driving 16 miles out of our way for some special lobster rolls, we found out that lobster is out of season. It must be on the tail end because another restaurant was still serving them, but just not the famous one listed in our Frommer’s Guide. We had them anyway, and were glad we experienced them, but probably won’t order them again.

The main source of income in New England

From our observations, we have deduced that most of the money comes into the area by way of Dunkin’ Donuts. A secondary source may be Curves (a women’s fitness chain). Either that, or the people who are eating all the donuts are working them off there. It’s apparent that Krispy Kreme has not made it to the northeast, but Dunkin’ Donuts shops are as plentiful as Walgreens in Arizona.

But seriously folks,

“Greetings from New England!”

The scenery couldn’t be more spectacular, and the weather couldn’t be more miserable. There is not a speck of blue sky, and Glenda already bought a new umbrella because the wind tore her other one apart. We have worn our coats with the hoods up and our hands in our pockets whenever we are outside. (I’m really glad I got that little camera that fits in my pocket. Now if it would just take pictures through the fabric! 😉 )

We arrived on Wednesday evening, and went straight to our hotel. On Thursday morning, we did the Freedom Trail, a 3 mile walking tour of historical Boston. It winds around downtown taking you to Paul Revere’s house, the Old North Church, Fanueil Hall, an old cemetery and the USS Constitution (Old Ironsides). We were done by early afternoon, so we decided to drive down to Plymouth. By the time we got there (see “It’s easy to get lost in Boston…” above), it was nearly 5:00, so we only saw Plymouth Rock and the Mayflower II (a replica of the original), and headed back to the hotel, driving past Tufts on our way (see “It’s easy to get lost in Boston…” above).

This morning we got up early and headed north. We went to Salem to visit the Witch Museum. It was interesting, but by the time we got out of there, we realized witchcraft is alive and well in Salem. The tour guides were promoting “tolerance”, condemning Christian persecution of witches, and describing modern day worship celebrations from personal points of view.

We continued on north to Portland, Maine where we drove over to the coast to see the Portland Head Lighthouse, which Frommer’s described as “one of the most picturesque lighthouses in the country”. We were not disappointed. It was more than worth the trip. On up to Freeport for the almost famous lobster rolls (see “Lobster has a season” above.)

Next we headed inland toward New Hampshire. We got off the interstate and took a smaller highway which wound through farmland, villages, and miles and miles of radiant beauty. Even without a sunshiny sky, the trees are spectacular and the views are breathtaking. We stopped at a motel in Moultonborough which is on the north shore of Lake Winnipesaukee, and checked in amidst a drenching downpour. We are snuggled into our room tonight eating a supper of snacks we are carrying in a little styrofoam ice chest, and checking email and weather forecast. By the way, it’s raining in New England! (That sounds vaguely familiar. Didn’t I just get back from rainy Alaska?)

I posted a few pictures on the gallery.