One day in Massachusetts.

Having survived a 3 hour time change plus the interrogation techniques while captive audience to an eight year old during our 4-1/2 flight from Las Vegas to Boston, we felt the need for a completely mindless following day. Not so, we took off early Saturday morning for the 100+ mile drive to Cape Cod. After all, the lure of "Lobster Stew In Old Cape Cod", "Quaint Little Vilages" and "Sailboats on Cape Cod Bay" as the song "Cape Cod Bay" by Anne Murray points out, was beckoning us. A beautifull, vivid green area with shingled and clapboard (weatherboard) houses, straight out of a new england picture book. Many of the houses are completely shingled - walls and all. Everything so clean and crisp and the gardens so colourfull. Unfortunately time and the depth of our pockets prevented a ferry trip to Nantucket and Martha's Vineyard islands. But we did eat lobster stew - chowder actually which was delicious.
On the return trip to Boston we went via Plymouth and saw the Mayflower tied up at the wharf. This was another cute town, some places looked as old as the Mayflower. A trip to the Boston Markets, much bigger than we anticipated and operating seven days a week was a real eye opener. After a walk around town we hit the road again around 5pm for the 160 mile drive to Willmington Vermont, our timeshare accomodation for the next seven nights and this time the opportuniy to relax a little. "Crafts Inn", a 3 storey shingled building was designed in 1898 and is now registered as a National Historic Landmark. It has lots of facilities similar to Boambee Bay. The Haystack and Mout Snow ski areas are within six miles. Average annual snowfall of 15 feet between mid November and early May. The small township reminds us of Kangaroo Valley, even all the motorcycles (Harleys of course) visiting for Sunday brunch.
One thing worthy of comment concerns the travel directions between Boston and Crafts Inn I got from the Internet prior to leaving home. These directions are extremely specific, to the extent they provide not only interstate route numbers, exit numbers, road and street names, when to turn left or right etc and distance between each instruction. Well the hillarious bit on the final 20 or so miles of this particular journey was that we were directed off the paved road onto a series of narrow, gravel roads with left and right turns in rapid succession until eventually we emerged "the forest" back onto the original road we had been on. It appears the directions give the most direct route, not neccessarily the most convenient. The nearest analogy we can draw is the "Red Hill / Forest Rd shortcut" between Kulnura and Yarramalong Valley near home. Still we saw parts of Vermont that only the locals would even know existed.
Kevin & Gail.
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