From my hike on Mount Monadnock – I shall write something up for all later. See ya
We’ve actually been back since Wednesday night. Pay attention to more images, and a few last blog entries for the 2012 tour.
A walk through the Nature Trails and Bird watching places on plum island with Julia
The day began with a rude awakening. I was the victim of a butt dial.
Ring… Ring… Ring….
I glance at the wall and see the time. It is 4:40 in the morning.
In spite of the early hour, nothing can dampen my spirits. I take a quick rest of the eyes and time flies by, jump up 10 minutes ahead of the alarm, throw on my first two layers, and awake my compatriot.
We grab our ski equipment and head down to the car. A simple turn of the key, and the trip is underway faster than mights go up and tights go down.
I reset the odometer, and make the run for the border. I reach the comfortable cruising speed of 70, for which I am lucky, there were a lot of police.
We pass the NH border, stop at a local health food store, ok so it was dunkin donuts, and pass the 2 hrs plus talking sports and poltics.
We get to Attitash around 9, switch into our gear and realize that we need neck earners, and visit the ski shop. With our individually augmented wardrobes we detour tickets Nd hit the slopes.
We take the triple, the quad, the doubles, and we encounter few lines.
A quick eight runs and we take a break at Bear Peak. LUNCH 🙂
We head back out and the cold wind is brutal. We head back to the main lodge and switch out our gear.
We hit another couple runs, and I run into a boot issue, with one run off to fix my boot, I am back skiing with Matt.
We hit a total of eight runs in the afternoon, and head home.
Recently, a friend, Robert mentioned his friend is moving to Boston. I think he might need his own Animal reference on The Animals Tour.
A few things….
First, Oana, welcome.
Second, there are no Rs. A horse is a huss. A car is a cah. A parkway is a paKway (notice the big K). Any many other nuances in the English language need not apply; we made our own.
Third, I am actually not 5 ft tall. I am closer to 99 feet tall. If I stopped counting at 5 ft, i’d leave half of my chest, and loose my head (more than normal).
Four, you should, in addition to the Town, watch the Departed, the Getaway, Good Will Hunting, and Gone Baby Gone. Do not watch X-Men II to learn how to pronounce Hanscom AFB, ask a native.
Following 1 and 2, refer to #1 when in doubt, we’re not all Mass-a-holes.
When you are done with the rules, you should know Massachusetts is not all mass-a-holes. We are aggressive drivers, but good people.
Massachusetts is really built of five areas:
- North Shore
- South Shore
- Cape Cod and the Islands
- The Rest
As I tell visitors, colleagues and others, the North Shore doesn’t visit Cape Cod, we visit Cape Ann, and never go South of our Mason-Dixon line. We stop at I90 (occasionally do we pass, and only to avoid the traffic and tolls going into the City).
The neighborhoods of Boston are best seen via the requisite Duck Tour.
The hip neighborhoods are Allston/Brighton, Backbay, North End, Beacon Hill, and Charlestown.
A really great website is http://wikitravel.org/en/Boston/Allston-Brighton
Another great link is http://wikitravel.org/en/Boston
I also recommend Boston.com
Tuesday… Oh what an unremarkable day. That is I should say unremarkable to start!
It began the night before with a tropical storm that brought a steady, cold rain. I went to sleep knowing that the seas were peaking at 10 foot, and I no longer had to go on a whale watch. It was canceled.
Man O Man. Leaves and the Sea (Whales) are the things that define New England and my colleagues and I had one of our favorite people visiting from the UK. His name is Tim. He is a self-confessed Loti and an awesome friend.
Using the wonders of Skype, Facebook and Sametime, I reached out to the crew, and found Tim, GF, BAC and missed RG. I setup a time to meet Tim at Red’s Sandwich Shop in Salem.
A few directions, a recommendation for parking, and an hour and a half later, I made it into Salem. I stand in front of Red’s and see walking towards me a crew of Red Sox caps. I think Yep That Has to Be Tim!
Sure was, I begin waving, meet up with Tim, and we slap out a bro hug. It’s always good to see a friend. I meet Marissa, Maureen and Ed.
Tim is on his own whirl wind tour for his parents 70th birthdays. You can read Tim’s blog at http://www.tc-soft.com/USA2010/
We wonder around Salem and head towards the Salem Witch Museum. Tim asks which way we go. My response is to point in both directions. Tim whips out his map, and begins orienteering us towards the museum.
Now, I must say Tim’s father has just left the UK’s version of the Scouts after 60 years of leadership. He must have been proud.
We arrive at the museum, we try to get every conceivable form of a discount… BAM! AAA saves the day. We sit/walk through the museum and learn of the Salem Witch Trials. As a side note, I always find it interesting that the Salem Witch Museum mentions Salem, but never mentions the fact that the Witches were not tried in Salem, but Danvers.
We pass through the museum and walk back towards the Hawthorne Hotel, and back down towards Red’s. It’s now time to try something truly delicious. I break into a Red’s Steak Bomb Omlette with Rye Toast (sorry Dr Lapine, it’s going to kill my cholesterol). Tim rips into a Red’s All Meat Omlette. Marissa tries an everything Omlette. Ed tries the Pork Special, which apparently was soft as turd (after translation I think it means it was absolutely perfect). Maureen had the seafood casserole.
Lunch was perfectly New England. The atmosphere, and the meal, the Service. All definitions of New England.
We leave the diner and walk to the Post Office to get some stamps for Postcards. We then head down to Pickering Wharf and gaze at the harbor that is Salem.
After a bit of a walk back to the car, I send Tim to the lovely land of Gloucester, Rockport and set him a drive that ends him in Amesbury.
At that time, I get a call from BA. It’s time to do a group dinner. GF, BA, RG and I get together with Tim and Family at the Flatbread Company a healthy crew of 9 meet.
Food, Drink and stories abound.
Note, I only got lost twice going and coming from the Flatbread Company.
A rainy day can still be amazing!
Best Travels Tim!