boston, ma 9/50

State Bird: Chickadee                                                                                                                    State Flower: Mayflower

On our way to Boston, we stopped to camp at a “resort” in New Hampshire. We unfortunately couldn’t stay long due to the rowdy, vulgar neighbors at the campsite next to ours. I won’t disclose what they were loudly discussing amongst themselves or share the kind of language they were choosing to yell at each other in front of our two young ladies. I will let you know that one of the young men had climbed up a tree and was shooting bottle rockets at passing golf carts that were going full speed and joining in with verbal assaults. All of this before they began the game of beer pong they had just set up! We quickly packed everything back in, got  refund and a sincere apology from the owners and hit the road. Again.

Chris and I had planned on having pork chops for dinner, and I wasn’t about to let those offensive dudes ruin our dinner plans. So, while Chris is driving 65 mph down the highway, I’m cooking pork chops on our gas stove. It was a first, and made for a memorable dinner to say the least. I stabbed his chop with a fork and handed it to him in the driver’s seat for him to be able to eat it while he was driving. Never a dull moment, you guys!

We called around to other campsites but by this time of night, they were all closed and not taking new reservations. We talked input boon docking again, but then Chris (thought he) remembered that we had an open invitation to park in our friend’s driveway in Boston, so we forged ahead and kept driving. Stephen and his three daughters were so excited to see us and so we parked in their driveway for two nights and the girls even invited Harper to come sleep inside for a sleepover and we cooked out s’mores over a fire pit in their backyard. Such a fun stop! He is the pastor of Fellowship Bible Church in Dedham, MA and we really enjoyed our time worshipping with them.

Chris and Stephen, after their run.
ALL the girls! Such sweetness.

Stephen let us borrow their car to take it a few minutes down the street to catch the subway, since the train wasn’t running on the weekend. Harper was thrilled to learn that we needed to take the Orange Line (her favorite color!) to get to the capitol building. It was the girl’s first subway experience and they both loved it, although Posie thought it was a little loud for her liking.

Give her all the orange!
Tipping the subway performers.
Making herself at home on the subway.

The plan was to walk the Freedom Trail with the girls, so we bought an umbrella stroller for the inevitable nap that would overtake our youngest. THEN, we realized a mile or so in that it would take quite a long while to travel the entire Freedom Trail. We simply have to come back to see the parts we missed this time around.

We started at the capitol building (of course), and then we followed the red brick trail known as the Freedom Trail from there.

It was closed, so next time around we will go inside and maybe take the tour.
Number nine!
Freedom Trail
Following the red brick.

One of the first stops was the Granary Burial Grounds, where the parents of Benjamin Franklin, Samuel Adams, and the victims of the Boston Massacre were all buried. (Actually, the very first stop was for some Italian ice.)

Harper trying to spook me.
The obelisk is where Ben’s parents are.

This cemetery is also where Posie chose to “paint” with her straw on the sidewalk and then stick it back into her mango ice. Kids can be so gross, y’all.

We also went past the Old South Meeting House, where the Boston Tea Party began, and the Park Street Church.

Old South Meeting House
Park Street Church
Riding the Democrat Donkey
Chasing pigeons, trying her hardest to catch one.
Stroller proved to be a wise investment.
My kid is way cooler than me.

One of the coolest things was the Old State House. It is one of the oldest public buildings in the United States, and the east balcony was where the Declaration of Independence was read to the public for the first time in 1776. It was especially impactful since only six years earlier, where the people now stood receiving the declaration, was where the Boston Massacre happened in 1770. The building was also the seat of the British colonial government from 1713 to 1776.

Chris and Harper, standing on the site of the Boston Massacre, underneath the balcony where the Declaration of Independence was read 6 years later.

One of the things on Chris’ must do list was having a Sam Adams beer while across from where Samuel Adams is buried. So we stopped at Beantown Pub for lunch and a toast to one of the greats.

Toasting Sam Adams with his Sam Adams.
Here lies Samuel Adams.
Chris’s turn to add Massachusetts! 

Next stop is Providence, RI!


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