June 7, 8, and 9

Nic has long dreamed of a camper to take with us on our adventures. In the last year we really committed to it. By committed I mean that one Sunday we drove to a lot of dealerships in Colorado to learn that it is illegal to buy a car on Sunday. Turns out campers fall into the category of cars. So we did not buy one. Also aside from the obvious fact that campers are expensive, there are a lot of options and Nic rarely makes an important decision in less than 3 years. I am currently predicting that we will purchase camper in 2025.

Back in October when we still thought the camper might be here in June we planned our annual June trip. This year we were going to Maine. Maine is the heartland of my dad's family. There are entire towns dedicated to us. Granted, they are small towns, but in these towns Guerrette really means something. 

In my mind I had planned that our new camper would be loaded up on June 1st with all of the items we would need for the next 30 days - and the dogs. I planned that we would drive north into Canada and then sweep east exploring all kinds of lands we had not seen. We would amble into Maine through Caribou, and then camp in Dan's yard for a week or two. We would then head down to New York, New Jersey, Delaware, and Baltimore to see all the family I have speckled in and among these locations. We would round out our trip with a stop in New Orleans on the way home and roll into town sometime in July.

In Nic's mind the camper goes no farther than Wyoming. It is a vehicle intended for less than 500 miles in any direction. 

This makes no sense to me. But this is the gap between us. Approximately somewhere between 500 and one million miles. Who knew?

Needless to say our trip to Maine took a somewhat different route than I had originally planned. (i.e. a plane trip). 

This minor setback has done nothing to curb our enthusiasm for the trip. We hopped on a plane Wednesday morning and were eating dinner with Dan and Mae by the evening. 

Thursday was spent resting, hanging out with Mae and Dan, and making yummy food. We also threw the ball for Dan's dogs. They love ball. Dan's little corner was a bit rainy and sleepy on Thursday. Mae and I went for a run through town to see the sights. It was lovely to chat with her and run alongside her.

The gang is back together again!

Friday morning Nic and I woke up to pop down to Boston for a day or two while Dan worked. Nic has spent a fair chunk of his time in the US on the East Coast, but it has been a minute. I have never been to lots of places on the East Coast, so I was very eager to hit Boston and see the sights.

We hopped on an Amtrak to avoid traffic in Boston. It was a rather slow ride, but it was warm and comfy.

We had not actually made a plan before heading into Boston. Instead we jumped right in. This worked out rather well. We jumped off the train and wandered through the Freedom Trail, landed in Little Italy for some delicious pizza. Along the way we saw many historic sights.

Paul Revere's little candle shone here!

Obviously we had to find the advertised oldest English pub in Boston. It was a little bit of a let down, but we still took note.

We wandered down to the pier and checked out the lobster and crabs - and The Boston Tea Party Museum. Nic enjoyed some tea in his very own teacup. What kind of Englishman travels without his porcelain teacup?

 We rounded out our evening in Boston with dinner at an English/Irish pub.  It is rather hard to tell the difference. I apologize to all of my English and Irish friends. Stateside it seems things get a little confused and Americans are not quite sure which is which. Tomorrow we will wrap up our Boston adventure. I am looking forward to more time with Dan and then out to the woods we will go!

All in all, a great day to start our June adventures. Stay tuned for more!