The First Day of My Summer Vacation (Boston or Bust)

 The first day of my summer vacation...I woke up...and got out of bed. Pretty exciting so far huh? My wife, Shelly and myself had started planning this vacation back in February. I started booking hotels and researching things to do. The original plan was to fly into Hartford, Connecticut; go to Rhode Island, up to Boston and eventually end up in Acadia National Park in Maine. At a friends suggestion we decided to fly into Boston and spend day one on the famed Freedom Trail.

 

While this is not a hiking trail in a wooded forest, we treked almost 4 miles on hot pavement on the streets of Boston. We had an early flight so we were there by lunchtime.

We were greeted by a group of hippies dressed in funky attire!

We hung out and waited on a shuttle bus to take us to our rental car. Immediately we had a view of Boston in the distance.

Next, we hoped on the bus with some guy named Gus and went to find our rental car.

Interestingly, way back in February, I had a difficult time finding a parking garage with available spaces. I did find one that seemed a short distance to the Freedom Trail. But first we had to go on an adventure to find the garage. Let me tell you some sage advice...DO NOT MISS A TURN IN BOSTON! Google Maps is a great thing; however, in Boston we found GPS to be rather WONKY! The city is a maze of turns and streets going in every direction and I soon discovered that missing a turn sent me on a crazy drive in figure eights around the city until I eventually found the garage!

 

By this time we were hungry and hoped to find one of the many street vendors with local delights that we had heard about. All we ever saw on the street was tacos and burgers. So we dashed into a small restaurant that had Greek food and had some lunch. I asked our server how close we were to the Freedom Trail and she said that she did not know anything about it??? So I ate my Gyro and we headed UP the pavement looking for the Freedom Trail. It was a long few blocks before we hit the State House. This was a beautiful building with lots of art, statues and history.

Now friends, I spent numerous hours loading waypoints and tracks on my Garmin prior to our trip. But as I looked at my GPS along our urban trek I noticed some stuff missing. As you might imagine there were already a ton of “Points of Interest” on my map; thus, I really had to zoom out to locate anything down the street. It wasn’t until the next day that I came to the realization that my tracks and waypoints were mysteriously MISSING! Thankfully, I had a back up on my laptop! But for today, I was missing them. I had three cemeteries that I wanted to visit and we thought we were walking to one of them when I finally asked someone only to discover we had walked several blocks in the wrong direction! In the heart of the city I found my GPS was doing flip flops and just acting plain WONKY! But we managed to find #1 on my list, the Granary Burial Ground. This cemetery has Three signers of the Declaration of Independence and the grave of Paul Revere.

And did I mention that Mother Goose is buried here?

Well folks, by this time me and the wife were plumb tucked out. We scampered back to out rental just in time for the rush hour!

We had a heart wrenching, triple the time Google said drive to Ramada by Wyndham in Seekonk, Massachusetts where we were told there was no hot water or AC. We were so tired that we were gonna stay anyway; but the desk manager insisted that we find another hotel and that I need to have Hotels.com call him and he would approve the refund. So we booked another hotel down the road and I called Hotels.com. The next day they sent me an email saying that my refund was denied! So our day one was one of not getting to do hardly anything I had planned in Boston, drives from HELL, and a lying desk manager and a hotel that doesn’t care about honoring the word of their employees. And Hotels.com continues to tell me that my review doesn’t meet their guidelines. So I kept updating it and they keep denying it! So how’s that for day one of my summer vacation! Needless to say I have no desire to ever step foot in Boston again! Well, except to fly out of it!