The past month we have not move very far in mileage, but the number of things to see outnumber the days we have allowed our selves. I thought spending a week in a destination would be plenty of time and was afraid of being bored. That is not the case, a week is not enough and boredom is not a problem. As we move into Philadelphia and DC we intend to stay two weeks in each area. I look forward to the extended time. Another indicator of time lapsing, are the grandchild’s birthdays that occurred these past few months. Erica turned 16 in June, Taylor is now 10 and the youngest, Evan, is 10 months old this month. That leaves Kimberly turning 15 and Ian will be 6, both in September.

Our destination in Maine was Bar Harbor. A resort seaport that is home to the Arcadia National Park. This park is one of the most beautiful areas of the county. Granite rock seashore, crystal clear lakes, and 50 miles of carriage trails are the highlights of this island. We rode bikes on the carriage trails that took us though the park to view its lakes and beautiful landscape. We stopped and ate a picnic lunch on the granite rocks overlooking the ocean and was so mesmerized by the water, we did not wish to leave. Another uniqueness, are the wild blueberries that grow all though the park. Minnie stopped many times to pick hands full.

Stopping in Portsmouth New Hampshire we visited a historic 19th century shipbuilding yard. Here they built clipper ships that were the size of WWI battleships. The picture shows a sculpture that was the size of the bow of one of these monsters.

On into Boston we quickly learned to get around town by subway and ferry. We hit as many historic sites as possible, which included Bunker Hill, USS Constitution, Feuniel Hall, North Church, North Bridge near Concord, and finally Salem. We were awed by the number of houses and building that are still standing since the 18th century. I do not wish to bore you with details, but all our trips have been most interesting.

Cape Cod was the next must see destination. We spent a day on the Cape Cod National seashore along with hundreds of other folks. People would wait in their cars for hours to get into a parking lot. We parked down the road and walked about a mile back to the beach. Here the water was about 59 degree and too cold for us to get in, but a sunny day was nice to have. Another tourist day was spent on Martha’s Vineyard, an island retreat to play on the beach, shop, and see the cottages that are unique to the area. We had fun by renting a Moped and cursing around site seeing. Plymouth was not too far for where we stay and it made for another great day trip. Of course we saw Plymouth Rock, the Mayflower, (replica), and a village built to depict the time during the first few years after the Pilgrims landed. The harshness of life during the time was well portrayed and is not appealing us 21st wimps.