Day 1: Friday, June 8th. The second worst day of any fly/drive RoadTrip is the day you fly to your destination. The worst day is, of course, the day one flies home as it means the trip is over. How bad this has become is highlighted by the fact that a few small 'scores' made our particular flight relatively pain free: It was non-stop (PHX to BOS) so no layover anywhere or the chance of missing a connection. The seat next to me was unoccupied so I got to store my 'personal item' under the seat in front of the middle seat and still have my 'full 31 inches' of leg room. (The fellow in the window seat used the actual empty seat for his stuff.) And when the man in front of me reclined and felt my knees digging into his back, he un-reclined; for which I thanked him profusely! Seriously, what do those small 'victories' say about the current state of air travel?
Day 2: Saturday, June 9th. This was the day of the event which provided the excuse for this trip, my niece's wedding in Boston. It was a mid-morning event on the waterfront with great views of Boston harbor and both working and pleasure water craft coming and going. And, of course, it was a great chance to catch up with family. The festivities lasted until mid-afternoon at which point we ransomed our car from the parking garage and headed north through New Hampshire (where I used to live and work) and southern Maine (where I also used to live and work as well as attending undergraduate school) to Freeport. Even though much has changed in the intervening xx years (don't ask, at least there are only two digits!) the feel of the place was still much the same and certainly different from my current home in Arizona. There was a bit of a screw-up with our motel reservations and we had to adjust on the fly, but managed to book accommodations just down the road at a better place for the same price for the next couple of days. Have I mentioned that my wife is one of the best shoppers and negotiators on the planet? We did walk around Freeport a bit in the evening and of course stopped in at L. L. Bean's, but that was it for 'adventure' on this day.
Day 3: Sunday, June 10th. Our first real day to ourselves, we had semi-purposefully built a two night stay in Freeport into our plans so that we could finally relax just a bit, decompress, and get over the last of any jet lag. After sleeping in a bit (still early on our body clocks) we had breakfast and headed down the coast first to Wolfe Neck State Park for a hike along the rock-ribbed coast of Maine and then on to Bath for a visit to the Maine Maritime Museum. Besides the ship-building and lighthouse keeping exhibits of the museum, we were very much in luck at the museum as they had just finished restoring a Bath-built schooner, the Mary E, which had sunk, been salvaged, and then lovingly refitted. The ceremony celebrating her return had just happened the previous day and so we were among the first tourists to walk her decks. And as we toured this roughly century-old schooner we had views of some of the Navy's newest Burke- and Zumwalt-class destroyers being built just up river at Bath Iron Works. A quick stop on the way home to start laying in provisions for the rest of the trip was all that was left before calling it another successful RoadTrip day.