After crossing the border we spent a few days in Bar Harbor, Maine. What a great seaside town to wander around in. It’s small on size, but big on tourism. Cruise ships, restaurants everywhere, tourist trinkets, tshirts, and streets busy with people, so much fun there. Lobster pounds, BBQ pits and more lobster. Very similar to eastern Canada which is only a couple of hours away. The trees are shedding their colors and will soon shed their leaves. Awesome scenery as we drive to our different campgrounds.
Next stop was Boston. We stayed at The Minuteman Campground (which is the closest campground to Boston). You can tell we are not “city folk” as we were kind of shocked when we found out “closest” still means 2 hrs away (give or take) by public transport. Drive, park, catch the train and return in rush hour traffic which the locals say starts around 4PM but you couldn’t really tell by me. Holy crap is it busy on the roads. There’s a good reason I have never lived in a major urban area. NO THANKS!
Boston is brown, brick brown, red brick, brown brick brown. It is not a brass and glass city like Vancouver or Toronto. Rough streets, exposed man hole covers, road construction, old trains, old subway tunnels that need to be cleaned up a tad. It has the feel of a working man’s city. Very serious vibe, maybe the fact that is was windy and rainy added to the mood. We took the Old Towne Trolley Tour which is a great way to see the sights, have a beer at Cheers, go to Quincy Market, or the site of the Boston Tea Party, follow the Freedom Trail, eat chowder, eat cheesecake, just eat something. Don’t let the color fool you, there’s lots to see and do in this city!