Of course, AFTER we left the Boston area, Hannah pipes up with “we should have gone to the Boston Public Gardens. It was like, the only cool thing I’ve wanted to see there.” This coming from the girl who couldn’t be bothered when I’d ask for input on the trip. “Just plan it. I don’t want to think about it.” Ok then. You get what you get. Teenagers 😑 We were all looking forward to the open air and freedom of wide open spaces in northern Maine. We planned to stop at a few lighthouses...

Perhaps it was the stress and letdown of Boston, but I was really looking forward to Cape Cod. I mean how exciting does a hook of land literally spiraling into the ocean sound? The beaches, the lighthouses, the history. And it was my Dad’s old stomping grounds. The Cookes have a long history in the Boston area, he grew up in Braintree and spent a lot of time in this area, often reminiscing about “the Cape”. Unfortunately, due to our frugal choice of a campground it was a 2 hour drive. ...

The next two days of the trip were a little rough. I had always heard of the Freedom Trail in downtown Boston and thought, as much as we love historic things, it would be neat to walk it. It is a brick line that runs through the sidewalks of Boston connecting historical locations along the way. Abbey downloaded an app with stories that would start playing once you hit a certain location and the whole thing sounded right up our alley. Except that we are not city folk. And we all hate...