My family is a vacationing bunch. We go places, we do things. It's our thing. In the summer of '98 (note: the summer BEFORE I EXISTED) my parents took the summer road trip of a lifetime, seeing 38 states, working at a youth camp in New Hampshire, and generally acquiring stories that they'd tell me over and over again.
As we discussed our summer travel plans, I suggested we do a New England roadtrip, and here we are! A bunch of days and a bunch of states, armed with my Canon and a rented Nikon, what gets better than that?
(This is just a rando plant from a hotel lobby)
Upon finally arriving in Boston we rented this snazzy Dodge Journey, providing me with a backseat that reclines, as well as my own AC vents and controls and a car charging port thing. It's a pretty great way to get around.
We met up with our the Cofresis, our dear friends, native to Staten Island, who've come to join us for a couple of days. We've traveled together in the past and decided that it was high time we created our own tour group, so Keith outfitted us with green lanyards and foam fingers. We rode around on the hop on hop off bus to maximize our time.
The following were shot out the bus window while my hair flew everywhichway.
Notice the bird perched directly on the statue's head. For some reason I always find this phenomenon funny. It's almost as if all birds want to do is hang around on our heads but we don't seem friendly enough so they settle for statues instead.
Fancy pants building
We came across a graveyard full of headstones so old they were themselves beginning to breakdown, soon also to return to dust. Fascinating how life works like that, always forcing us to let go eventually.
On the remaining headstones weird skull angels and fancy fonts could be found. Also much shorter lifespans.
Soon we found the dessert that was calling our name at the Cookie Monstah food truck. I enjoyed blueberry pie ice cream with a salted caramel cookie. It paired well with the sweltering heat of the afternoon.
Came across this fountain and quit shoving my face long enough to get a shot.
Fancy historical monument I should probably know more about.
This guy belonged in Austin for sure. He was like a Walmart greeter, welcoming everyone who came into the Boston Public Garden. He made music with all his instruments and rotated around on his spinney disk while he sang along. There were all sorts of things on his little music mobile, a crossover between something out of Wanka's factory and Seuss's books.
A swan boat!
Washington looking glamorous on his trusted steed.
The park has 2 white swans, Romeo and Juliet. I'm not sure if this one was a Montague or a Capulet, but a swan by any other name would look as majestic.
Children approached this huge bird and I waited for an attack. By whom, I'm not sure.
'Murica
Nice shot, featuring a flock of birds
Creepy lil penguin stalker
Guys! I found my home!
This bridge has been accessorized...
...and when the sun set it made the ground all stripey!
Yay for reflective bodies of water!
As we toured our way through the city we'd seen a handful of bridal parties being photographed, but we kept noticing more and more couples and groups walking around the city carrying tables and coolers, dressed in white. Like ants on a trail of crumbs, they all ended up at this huge gathering by the water, which we later learned was a by invitation only party to celebrate summer and friendship. How rad is that?
For dinner we collectively decided on a seafood place called the Barking Crab, a restaurant rife with snarky signs and ocean oriented decor. I enjoyed a hummus platter as well as completely embarrassing compliments of a clear straw. See, when I'm tired and my straw is clear and then my water is refilled, I can't see said straw. I forget about this straw. I go to take a sip of water and my face is assaulted. My nose, to be exact. I pull away my water glass in surprise, and the straw is still in my nose. Definitely not one of my finer moments. But here's to sharing the real stuff on the Internet. (Future employers and/or colleges, PLEASE LOVE ME FOR WHO I AM).
Anyways, after we finished dinner I wandered around behind a little gate that said "no pedestrains" (because I'm a rebel like that, obviously) and I found this little gem.
And of course, how could a day in Boston be complete without Boston Cream pie? It was incredible, and the cream was different than store bought.
Have you roadtripped around the North East?
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