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Vacation, Part 2: Bunk Houses and Boston
Another great couple days of Shank Family Vacation '08 (SFV08, henceforth). Rainy and cloudy, but great. We started out driving up to Booth Bay Harbor, a quaint little town up the coast a ways from Portland. There were a few shops and stores, but the real appeal was the delicious lobster we had for lunch. With good sweet corn and melted butter. MMMmmmmm. Heavenly. We drove back down to Portland and caught a ferry across the harbor to Peaks Island (pretty much the only way to get there). Another very cool experience, especially in the foggy/misty weather.
Peaks Island had some artillery guns posted on it during World War II, probably something during World War I, and definitely a regiment station for the Civil War. The headquarters for the 8th of Maine is where we stayed 
last night. The host was a trip. A piece of American history himself, he told us all about the history of the island, why prostitutes are commonly 
referred to as 'hookers,' and plenty of other random things. He used to train horses and was a professor at Penn State for a while. Probably 16 or 23 other things in his life, too. Anyhow, we ate dinner on the island and found out that the population of the island drops from 4,000 during the summer to 800 in the winter. I guess it gets cold or something.
After spending the night and catching a quick breakfast, we caught the ferry back to Portland. We hung out in the port area of Portland, checking out the shops and various local attractions. It was pretty cool, but some of the shops I wanted to go to were closed until later in the day, and we had things to do. Namely, getting to Boston.
We got here around 1:30, set up camp at our B&B, and headed into downtown. We ate a late lunch at some Italian place, walked around a bunch, rode some elevators up very tall buildings, saw some sights, and eventually ended up in Chinatown. After dinner, mom and dad did their own thing and 
the boys took the T (Boston's subway) out to Harvard. We walked around the campus, did some more aping of public statues and memorials (something we're making a habit of this time), drank some coffee, and listened to a guy play guitar and harmonica in the street. He was pretty darn good.
Tomorrow we're doing touristy stuff, but as always, trying not to look touristy. Dad and I are going to hit the Sam Adams Brewery, Mom is going to try and find an art museum or something, and I don't know what Daniel and Jared will do. Clam chowder is on the docket, as well as the Freedom Trail. Hopefully tomorrow will be a little sunnier, but it doesn't look good. I do know that tomorrow night we're going to try and see the Blue Man Group. OAR is playing, but the concert is about 40 minutes out of town and we don't have the transportation. Oh well. I guess we'll just have to settle for Blue Man. I love vacation.
Another great couple days of Shank Family Vacation '08 (SFV08, henceforth). Rainy and cloudy, but great. We started out driving up to Booth Bay Harbor, a quaint little town up the coast a ways from Portland. There were a few shops and stores, but the real appeal was the delicious lobster we had for lunch. With good sweet corn and melted butter. MMMmmmmm. Heavenly. We drove back down to Portland and caught a ferry across the harbor to Peaks Island (pretty much the only way to get there). Another very cool experience, especially in the foggy/misty weather.
Peaks Island had some artillery guns posted on it during World War II, probably something during World War I, and definitely a regiment station for the Civil War. The headquarters for the 8th of Maine is where we stayed 
last night. The host was a trip. A piece of American history himself, he told us all about the history of the island, why prostitutes are commonly 
After spending the night and catching a quick breakfast, we caught the ferry back to Portland. We hung out in the port area of Portland, checking out the shops and various local attractions. It was pretty cool, but some of the shops I wanted to go to were closed until later in the day, and we had things to do. Namely, getting to Boston.
We got here around 1:30, set up camp at our B&B, and headed into downtown. We ate a late lunch at some Italian place, walked around a bunch, rode some elevators up very tall buildings, saw some sights, and eventually ended up in Chinatown. After dinner, mom and dad did their own thing and 
the boys took the T (Boston's subway) out to Harvard. We walked around the campus, did some more aping of public statues and memorials (something we're making a habit of this time), drank some coffee, and listened to a guy play guitar and harmonica in the street. He was pretty darn good.
Tomorrow we're doing touristy stuff, but as always, trying not to look touristy. Dad and I are going to hit the Sam Adams Brewery, Mom is going to try and find an art museum or something, and I don't know what Daniel and Jared will do. Clam chowder is on the docket, as well as the Freedom Trail. Hopefully tomorrow will be a little sunnier, but it doesn't look good. I do know that tomorrow night we're going to try and see the Blue Man Group. OAR is playing, but the concert is about 40 minutes out of town and we don't have the transportation. Oh well. I guess we'll just have to settle for Blue Man. I love vacation.
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