We left the DC area after Ted returned from his golf tournament in California. This was our most intense driving with the rig, through Baltimore and New Jersey and over the George Washington Bridge, but then things calmed down as we we spent the night in Clinton, Connecticut and drove through Rhode Island and into Massachusetts.
We headed for Hingham and Wompatuck State Park, which seemed like a great place, but unfortunately we didn’t have much time there. We spent the first day with Sue in Quincy and Boston, culminating in the Red Sox / Giants game.
The next day we three went on a Boston Harbor cruise. It was nice to get a view from the water and a sense of where we were during an all-too-short visit.
Ted and I drove from the easternmost part of Massachusetts to the westernmost and a few miles into New York for our stay in the Stockbridge, Mass area with my sisters and niece and good friends from home. They all rented a home in Stockbridge and Ted and I stayed at Woodland Hills campground in Austerlitz NY, only 11 miles away from Stockbridge.
My niece, Kate, is working on costumes for the Birkshire Theater Group, so we saw productions at all three of their theaters. All good, but their production of Little Shop of Horrors was excellent in all ways.
We absorbed even more culture with the Chihuly exhibit at the Schantz Gallery
and at the Norman Rockwell Museum and his studio.
And then once again an all-too-brief visit ended and Ted and I headed north.
