Back from Boston

Well, it is good to be home. I finally rolled into town around one am. This was, though, after a ten (well, nine I guess since I set my clock back an hour) hour journey from Boston.

We arrived at the airport at 3 sharp. However, we didn't board for 90 minutes. After sitting aboard the plane for 20 more minutes, we finally got going for our 2.5 hour trip to Minneapolis. We made our connecting flight in plenty of time, but though it boarded at 9:30, we got stuck on the runway for the better part of an hour. We touched down in Bemidji after 11. Then it was about a two hour drive home.

On Highway 2 one of my colleagues said how nice it was to be back in the open country again. He said he never knew what the weather was going to be like in Boston because if he looked out his window, he only saw the bricks of the neighboring building about ten yards away. If you ventured into the street, you barely saw the sky due to the buildings. I agree. I like the open spaces of northwestern MN.

I also liked seeing the stars again, which were out in full force last night. They were lost in the sky scrapers and bright lights of Boston.

I won't miss the lack of mosquitoes and bugs though.

Here are some more pictures from Boston.

Old Ironsides (which, of course, was closed the day we were to tour it)



The Mayflower II (a major disappointment)



Characters from Plimouth Plantation

A Puritan actor. These players would not break character for anything. They spoke and acted as if it was still the 1600s.






Even the Puritan goats wouldn't break character.



A Puritan settlement





Some of the Wompanoag Natives. These characters did not role play. The spoke right to us as modern day natives living as their ancestors did.

Their children were great - running around and playing just as their ancestors would have.



This little guy couldn't get enough to eat.




On our final day we toured the Adams' home in Quincy.

This is their home, though Abigail added on quite a bit while John was away on business.



Here is the Adams' library. It houses over 3,000 books.



A trip to the Cheers replica bar.



This tree, from the cemetery in Salem, was amazing. It reminds me of the one from Pan's Labyrinth. It had a huge trunk, actually two trunks, that rose high above the grave yard. Then the branches jutted out at odd angles. The branches were heavy and gnarled. They stretched out far across the cemetery. It was unlike any tree I had ever seen.