Thursday, the 21st of August, dawned brilliantly as the sun bounced off the wet streets of Boston. With everything packed for the ride, Cheryl and I made our way into the blinding light on Kneeland Street, then north to the Seaport area. The World Trade Center pier was our destination, but we made a turn too early and ended up on the wrong side of the pier. Continue reading
“I ride wet and I ride cold,” goes my mantra, “I don’t ride wet and cold.” Though I try to be ready for either cold or rain, I have not had to do much of either in 2025. I hear the roar of a thunderstorm outside my cozy apartment in Virginia and look back at five weeks in New England: Connecticut, Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and Nantucket. Continue reading
Wednesday the 28th of August, I rose at dawn to a sunny morning, with rain forecast for 13:30. Cheryl was still on Pacific Time and overslept. We missed the 09:00 ferry, which proved to be a blessing. We walked to Faneuil Hall, got Cheryl a SIM card at Walgreen’s, and enjoyed custom handmade ice cream sandwiches on the Wharf. The fast ferry put us at MacMillan Pier in Provincetown at 15:30. By 17:30, we had checked into the Dune’s Edge Campground abutting the Cape Cod National Seashore. The rain never materialized. Continue reading
This week, I share a travel report for those who have asked for more travelogue. Driving a car doesn’t count. My ride begins on Tuesday, the 20th of August 2019, in Andover, Connecticut, an invisible town hiding in the woods east of Manchester and Bolton. Continue reading
The Freewheeling Freelancer 