There’s something very appealing about living near water. As a kid, I enjoyed the benefits of a small creek that flowed past the end of our back yard. Two of my assignments in the Air Force put me near large bodies of water. For the past 12 years, we’ve lived just two miles from the Potomac River.
So when the better half asked me several months ago if I wanted to take a trip to coastal New England, I didn’t hesitate to say yes. We counted on it being a good trip, but it turned out to be one of our best. Ideal weather, harbors galore, friendly natives and lobster and clam chowder so good it makes me sad to think about eating seafood anywhere but New England.
With Roberta becoming more and more of a baseball fan and my desires to see it for a second time, a game at famed Fenway Park was a must. We paid a pretty penny for the tickets but it’s all economics. This was August weekend baseball for the first place Red Sox who play in a mecca that holds just 38,000 plus fans.
We flew from Dulles to Logan on Friday. Took the T in to the city. Their old system made us appreciate the Metro here in D.C. We had about three hours and chose to walk around Harvard. You’ve heard the famous saying, “Pahk yah cah in Hahvahd.” Well, there ain’t no parking in Harvard so we were glad we took the T.
On to Fenway for the 7 pm start. The place teems with activity outside the park. It would have been enough just to see a game there, but with the Angels in town, it was a match up between the two teams with the best records in baseball and the east coast-west coast symmetry thing going on.
With the two teams playing a make up game in the afternoon, we saw Game Two. I thought great, we might not see all the regulars but we did except Coco Crisp. Before the game, a moving tribute was paid to the Jimmy Fund and the donors were thanked for making it another record amount of money contributed to the cause. One of the special kids sang the National Anthem then ran around the bases to a standing ovation. Was there a dry eye in the house?
As far as pitchers, I was hoping to get to see "Dice K" but settling for 15-game winner and Cy Young candidate Josh Becket was no problem. He has that blazing fastball and excellent curve. He pitched well, giving up one earned run in seven and striking out eight. Santana had his wicked slider working and the Sox had nary a hit through four. How rare, I thought and it wasn’t what we wanted to see. Finally, in the eighth, Boston broke though with a four spot to take a 5 to 4 lead. Fenway was going nuts.
The Sahx fans really get into the game and stay in their seats. They anticipated another Boston victory but Gagne blew it in the ninth. The Halos scored three times to spoil it with a 7-5 win.
On Saturday morning, our destination was The Admiral's Inn at Boothbay Harbor, Maine, about an hour north of the New Hampshire state line. After a stop for lunch in Newburyport, I thought we would just blow right through New Hampshire's 30 mile southeast corner on I-95.
But it wasn’t to be. As we crept along, a roadside sign showed the State Motto - “Live Free or Die.” But with all the tolls to pay and the slowdowns they caused, it didn’t feel that way at all.
The traffic finally thinned out after we crossed over into Maine. With the sun gone, we finally arrived at our accommodations for the next two days. We got up the next morning and took in the views of the harbor.
Maine is really beautiful this way. We fell in love with the small town atmosphere and our B&B certainly made for a pleasant stay. The Admiral Inn is a little steep in price but worth it in our opinion. Les cooks up a delightful breakfast held in a sunroom overlooking the water. We ate with some fellow travelers and talked with them. Makes you want to never stay in a hotel again.
On Sunday, we drove up the coast to Acadia National Park. Along the way, more of Maine’s beauty to behold, the lush grass, the trees, the water, the small islands in sight.
Life is full of interesting correlations. Before we left, two things I wanted badly to see, the Giants winning and some rain for our parched lawns and poor farmers, just wasn’t happening. While we were gone, the Giants won five in a row and the area got some good soaking rains.
Guess we’ll have to take more trips.
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