The National Seashore.

Thursday, the 21^st 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 →