Bloggin' America

I can’t believe how much has happened over the past few days. I haven’t even had time to blog, and that’s saying something, trust me. Keep going...

Vermont is definitely one of the prettiest states we’ve been to yet. Everywhere you look are these big, rolling mountains, all covered in green trees. It’s quiet, there aren’t a lot of people, and all the roads are clean. It’s like they don’t even litter here! Glenda told me it’s because the state really cares about the environment, which is why they banned billboards and large signs on buildings. Keep going...

Today we finally left Massachusetts, and drove north until we reached Vermont. To be honest, I don’t know much about Vermont at all, other than the fact that it produces a lot of maple syrup, and is supposedly filled with hippies. It’s also the one I always seemed to forget about when I was forced to memorize all 50 states in third grade. Keep going...

We took the scenic route (as if there exists a non-scenic route) out of Boston, northbound on Route 1A to Ipswich by way of Salem. We hugged the coast, which overlooked the beautiful Nahant Bay. Keep going...

It’s funny the things that run through your mind during adrenaline-packed moments of high danger. I wasn’t mentally drafting my will or coming up with bargains for Mr. Harvard’s spirit. Instead, I laughed to myself at my current predicament. Ami, you really got yourself in a jam this time. My family must really love me. They must see me as one of holiest esteem to declare me their sacrificial lamb to the God of the Harvard Underworld. Jeez, way to leave me in the dust, family. Once I escape this nonsense, I’m catching the next RV westward with a new family. Keep going...

Once you’ve heard one Ben Franklin story, I’m convinced you’ve heard them all. “I invented electricity” blah blah blah. “I invented bifocals” yak yak yak. “I was the voice of the people in the American Revolution!” yadda yadda yadda. Keep going...

Despite all of our delays in departures, broken down Falcons, and lack of navigational competency so far on this trip, I firmly believe that it all happened for a reason. It’s hard to blame whatever craziness ensued prior to Boston. It’s hard to think about losing Ray in Spokane or getting chased by the Dark Side family when you’re splashing your feet in the Charles River or taking a swan ride in the Public Garden. Yes, mark the record books—Boston is where I belong. Keep going...

Wow! So I was too exhausted after the water fires to write, but it’s been a whole day since then and we have just finished our day in Newport, RI. Keep going...

Wow, what a day! After our long stay in Connecticut, we were ready to hit the road. Driving from Connecticut to Rhode Island was the longest leg of the journey yet. We actually had to backtrack a whole whopping six miles to the north on I-95 until we hit one of the tiniest specs of a gem in United States. Keep going...

Shiver me timbers! (That’s the pirate version of “holy crap”!) Mystic Seaport is beautiful! In such a small port town and not much time to see it all, we had trouble deciding where to begin the day. Although George was the master behind this plan, Ray took over with wide-eyed excitement. The Mystic Seaport Museum of America and the Seas became our main destination because it seemed like a good all-in-one type stop to capture the essence of this wondrous place. Keep going...