Nolan and mom decided to go to the beach today.
We played in the sand, jumped waves and then drove to Newport just to get a picture at the western end of Hwy 20, to match the one he took in Boston.
It was a "just because" day!
This morning Scott and I woke up and he immediately said, "Did you hear that cat outside last night?"
Of course, I had. It was LOUD. But it was also not the first time a feral cat at loudly wandered through during the night, so we didn't think much more about it. Scott and Nolan took off for school and work, and then Carson and I were out the door for an appointment just a couple hours later.
When we returned home about 1pm, the meowing was back and Carson went to investigate. In hindsight, perhaps I should have gone with him because then I could have mediated a bit before he came running back to the house yelling that there was a tiny kitten stuck in the blackberries next to the barn.
Down on my knees I worked to free the kitty while she bit down hard enough on my finger to draw blood (your welcome), and finally got her free. We knew she had been out there at least 12 hours (based on when Scott and I had heard her during the night) so we warmed up some milk with a little tuna and watched her scarf that down fast. While Carson met with his tutor I called the vet to see what I could learn:
*The kitten appears to be about four weeks (we thought it was closer to 3 weeks until she started getting some strength back from the food)
*The chances of a feral mamma coming back for her was extremely slim
*She still needs formula for about four more weeks, so she's not going to survive on her own
*We're going to end up raising this cat
We're all together again - Scott made it home tonight after staying a few extra days in Boston for the conference!
All good things must end, and our time together in Boston ended this morning.
Scott was up early and off to the subway with his bags to attend the conference that justified our trip from the start. With him gone it was up to the boys and I to pack up the apartment and have our bags stowed in the kitchen area by the 11am check-out deadline. (We had arranged to leave our bags there for a few more hours so we could take in our final sights.) No longer able to hangout in our room we ate breakfast at Theo's Cozy Corner and then called an Uber to the final two stops on the Freedom Trail: Bunker Hill and the USS Constitution.
It took some coaxing, but Nolan and I finally convinced Carson that we should climb the Bunker Hill monument. Because who knows if you'll ever be back in Boston!?
We almost lost him on the way inside when a (rather fit looking) man came out and said he had only made it about 100 steps up before turning around. But after the Statue of Liberty and a thousand other steps over the past week, they were not going to turn around half-way up. 294 steps later (they're numbered, which doesn't help!) we were at the top, which was a little under-whelming to be honest, but the views were great. Back at the base the boys tried to convince me we needed to Uber to the USS Constitution, but since it was only a few blocks (and downhill), I stood my ground (Bunker Hill pun) and we walked.
When we arrived we walked around a bit lost, trying to find the entrance until we were finally informed that the ship was closed on Mondays. Well, heck. Perhaps we should have looked at that yesterday when we decided to just hang in the room for the night! Still determined to get the passport stamp for their National Parks books we walked across the open area to the museum, which we probably would have skipped had the ship been open, and oy vey did we have fun! Entire replicas of sections from the ship had been built inside, but (added bonus) you could actually touch, feel and lay on them! Who needs the real thing? And that doesn't even go into the build-your-own battleship and fight against each other game...
What I was expecting to be less than an hour at the ship, quickly turned into, "Boys we have to get back and get our bags from the room before they throw them out on the curb!" We could have spent at least a couple more hours there. This time I did call an Uber - because we were late!
Back at the room we did indeed meet the clean-up crew leaving the room for the next occupants and trying to figure out what to do with our bags. So, sorry!! (They were actually very nice and happy we were enjoying their city.) Uber #3 was called.... and the boys and I headed to the airport. We arrived a little before 3pm, which left plenty of time for lunch and a few games of Argh! before our 4:30 flight home. The boys are such amazing travelers. At 8pm Pacific time it was wheels-down in PDX with tired kids, a mother who had basically sat next to this
for six hours, huge smiles and some great memories.
Scott turned over in bed this morning and found me reading. "You could go out and walk around, you know?" Duh. He was right. Why am I reading in bed 100 yards away from the Freedom Trail in Boston?? So by 7am I was happily reading plaques in Paul Revere Plaza that I would never have time to read later!
I stuck my head back in the room an hour later to check-in and Nolan popped out to joined me for an exploration of Old North in the early hours of the morning.
After pushing the last few mornings, we planned a late start today. Trouble was, this gave the boys enough time to get started on a show and they were convinced they had seen enough history.
It was time to spend a day just watching TV. Hahaha.... no.
Well, actually we gave them an extra hour and then got on the subway to the Boston Tea Ships Museum where we caught an 11:15 tour. They did a great job! We started in a meeting space where the actors set the stage for why the tea was causing issues and needed to be dealt with (without being brought on shore!) and what it would mean for those caught destroying it. After that we were issued feathers (the real participants dressed at Mohawk Indians) and were lead to the ship where we each got to through "tea" into the harbor. After the on-ship time we went back inside where holographs, "live" portraits" and a film walked us through the rest of the events leading up to the Revolutionary War. It was a great summary of all the places we had seen so far! Outside a few minutes after noon, we stopped on the bridge for a while to heckle the next tour as they were throwing tea ("You're committing treason!") before making the quick trip up to Boston Common, where we had lunch and then started our journey on the Freedom Trail.
The Freedom Trail goes 2.5 miles and connects most of the major historical points in Boston. It is well-marked with bricks making it very easy to follow - we had a blast! We didn't think we would have time to go inside most of the places, but as it turned out we did at least stick our heads inside almost every stop between Boston Common and Old North Church. We wandered through burial grounds (including one where John Hancock's pride in his name was clearly on display), learned what it meant to "own a box" in a "closed church" and although Faneuil Hall was closed for construction, had a blast watching street performers and having portraits of the boys drawn in the square outside the building.
By the time we reached Old North ("One if by land, two if by sea!") we were exhausted, but just in time for the last tour that allowed the public to climb the stairs to the bell tower where the lanterns were hung as a back-up plan for Paul Revere's famous "The redcoats are coming!" ride. After the bell tower they took us down to the catacombs, which the boys were not impressed with. (The words "creepy" and "gross" came up a lot.) Since the church was just around the corner from our Air B&B, it was too tempting to go rest "a while" and that was it: the boys were done.
Boston was still calling to Scott and I though, so we plugged them into a movie and ventured back out for dinner and drinks at two places we wanted to visit: The Bell in Hand
and the Green Dragon
, two of the country's oldest bars where revolutionary planners met to plot the escape from British tyranny! Fish and chips + ciders = the end to a great day in Boston
Whew - this pace is not sustainable, but luckily we only have a few days left!
Up again with a 8am goal that went to 8:30 when Mike offered to make breakfast and Anne Marie and I got started chatting:)
We left New Jersey, drove through New York and into Connecticut, where we stopped for a brief visit and drive-through of Yale University just because.
Back in the car, through Rhode Island and into Massachusetts, our last state for the trip. We made our way off the freeway and arrived at Plimouth Plantation around 1pm. Not bad time really!
Plimouth is a re-creation of the original colony at Plymouth Rock, built by the Pilgrims a few years after they arrived in America. It starts with a native village, showcasing what native life looked like in the early 1600s, staffed with local natives who were extremely knowledgeable about building, cooking and craftsmanship skills. We watched a "Summer home" be built with reeds that would contract when dry (letting a breeze through) and expand in the rain, saw a man burning out a log for a canoe and ground corn with a young woman cooking suck and corn mash. Then we followed the path to the colony.
The actors in the colony each took on the persona of a pilgrim. They knew the background of their person and could speak knowledgeably to why they came to America, what they brought and what their experience had been so far. It was very interesting to go around and chat with each of them. They did a great job. Scott and Nolan even got called to muster and trained for a bit with spears! We definitely could have spent more than a few hours here, but (of course!) there was some place else we were trying to be and had to move on.
We were just under two hours from Minute Men National Historical Park at Lexington and Concord, where the first shots of the Revolutionary War were fired, and trying to make it by 5pm when the visitors center closed. We arrived at the North Bridge site with ten minutes to spare! Scott ran the boys' passports over for stamps, while the three of us read the plaques, played on the bridge and splashed a bit in the edges of the water. It felt good to be out of the car! With no other timelines looming we hung around for a while, before getting back in the car and heading to Boston.
On the way into town we drove through Harvard's campus, and then through MIT before making a quick stop at Kenmore Square to find the sign that marks the other end of Hwy 20 before finding our AirBnB for the night! Turns out, finding the place wasn't the problem. The problem was parking! A playoff hockey game was taking place not far way and every parking structure was full for blocks. Scott ended up circling the block while the boys and I pulled bags out with each passing until the car was unloaded. Then he took it back and returned it at the airport. We were back on foot, which was perfect since our place was right in the middle of everything we wanted to explore for the rest of the trip. Everything upstairs to our second floor room, and we brought another successful night to a close.
Our goal was to be on the road by 8 this morning so we could try to get same-day tickets for Independence Hall - and we almost made it! More like 8:30:)
We had tried to reserve tickets in advance, but again, four months advance planning only produced one ticket for a morning tour. Lacking any other options, I grabbed the ticket we had reserved for the 9:20 tour and headed over. So cool to be inside Independence Hall!! The tour started in the judicial room, and then moved on to the assembly room, where the Declaration and Constitution were both written! So cool taking in the history that occurred in the room, and seeing the chair where George Washington sat and presided over the room. (Benjamin Franklin said, "I have often looked at that [sun] behind the
president without being able to tell whether it was rising or setting.
But now I... know that it is a rising...sun.")
I left the room with the last of our group - only to see Scott and the boys entering the judicial room with the next tour! I quietly followed them in where Scott told me the ranger who admitted people into the tour waiting area had been appalled that the boys were there and unable to get tickets. She'd told them to wait until she could confirm a few no-shows on the next tour and then waved them in, even without tickets! YEAH!! I listened to the details of the two rooms again, this time with my family!
When we were done, we walked around the corner to where a long line had formed for the Liberty Bell. The boys and Scott had walked right into the center when there were making their way to Independence Hall, so they were not impressed with the 30 minute line, but understood that their mother still wanted to see it first-hand. A family picture and a few "Am I really here?" minutes, and it was time to make our final stop in Philly: Ben Franklin's grave. We found it just around the corner from the visitor's center. I love old cemeteries... they boys were less impressed, but still wandered through and tried to find the birth dates on the old stones.
By 11:30 we were back on the road, returning to New Jersey and heading north to Thomas Edison's workshop in West Orange. This was a "Plan B" stop for us - one we wanted to do, but would skip if we ended up spending a lot of time in Philadelphia. I'm glad we made it because it was incredibly interesting to see how Edison had sectioned off his experiments, as well as how many people he had working for him!
After a couple hours, we were one the road again, until Scott finally turned off the car GPS and said we'd reached roads he knew by heart - his old home! We spent the next few hours exploring his favorite bakery, finding this grade school and playing on the swings in the park
. By 5pm, it was time to head to our space for the night: Uncle Mike's house in Ringwood, NJ. More family, more laughs... and pizza! Within a few minutes of our arrival, John, Tom, Chris and Kathy had joined us for the evening. So great to see them again! And the boys (who were feel rather anti-social, or exhausted?) got to add a few more faces to their collection of "Gruncles" (Great-uncles).
We were all up around 9am and, oh, doesn't it feel good to have some real sleep behind you!
We were almost human and able to think through problems that seemed insurmountable the day before. (Like Nolan wanting an NYC sweatshirt, but expecting it to only cost about $3.)
We packed up our bags, and stored them at the desk downstairs before going back out to some shops for NYC souvenirs and then heading to Battery Park to pick up our Statue of Library tickets. We had booked tickets to climb to the crown back in January. (We were actually only intending to check on the tour times, but had quickly realized there were only two tours left we could get four tickets for on this day.) So we were some of the lucky few that actually got to enter the pedestal or statue, which have tight security since re-opening after 9-11. The ferry took us out to Liberty Island where we had to leave everything except cameras and water in lockers before entering the statue. It was such a great experience! I doubt the boys will ever forget climbing the (very narrow!) steps to to the windows and looking out over the water. Very cool.
Back down where we walked around a few more times at the pedestal and then at the ground level, before re-boarding the ferry to Ellis Island. We hadn't talked to the boys as much about Ellis Island, but they knew the general story of immigrants coming past the Statue of Liberty to the vast falls where they were processed and allowed, or not allowed, through to the United States. We looked up Scott's great-grandpa William Burke, and then finally headed back to Battery Park.
Once we swung back through to get our bags another Uber took us to our car rental place, just a few blocks from the entrance to Carey Tunnel, which allowed us to exit Manhattan ASAP after picking up our car:) On the road, traffic was heavy at first, but continued to lighten as we got closer to Scott's Aunt Patti's house in south New Jersey - just about 25 minutes outside of Philadelphia.
So good to see family again! We ate Chinese food and spent the night catching up with Patti, Neal, Katie and Joey before crashing for a second good night's sleep.
Wheels down at New York's JFK around 5:15 this morning. Whew. We each managed a few hours of sleep on the plane - now we get to see if it's enough to get through a day in New York City.
Scott called and Uber to take us to our hotel, the DoubleTree in the Financial District. To our pleasant surprise the hotel was willing to give us our room despite our arrival 8 hours before check-in time at 3pm! With an hour to settle in, and take the world's briefest naps, we were back out the door around 8am, heading from the Financial District to midtown on the subway with roughly 5,000 of our closest friends. (It probably wasn't the best "first-impression" of the subway for the boys...)
When we told the boys we were going to NYC, they each got to pick 3-4 things for us to do. Together their list includes the Empire State Building, Central Park, the New York Public Library (we had just finished reading The Land of Stories
series, which ends at the library), Times Square (Nolan wanted to eat at the McDonalds) and the Statue of Liberty. (We later added the World Trade Center.)
So with those stops in mind, our first stop was the Empire State Building! Luckily the line wasn't too long so we walked through most of the waits for elevators and security without too much delay. And then we were on top of the world! Where it was very cold. Almost too cold to really be out on the balcony. But there are plenty of things to see from inside the observation area and, in the end, we were there.
Next we walked a few blocks to the New York City Public Library, where the boys started complaining about their feet hurting. (Well, that didn't take long! Clearly we should have walked a few more laps on the driveway before we tackled NYC.) The library is impressive! It's almost funny to think about our small city library in comparison. We explored the different rooms, found the original Winnie the Pooh animals and the map room (I love maps), before moving on toward Times Square.
We had tried to warn the boys that Times Square can be a little bizarre sometimes, so they were a bit nervous about scam artists or being approached by performers, but it was fine. We stayed in the zone where you can watch the performers without being approached and slowly made our way to McDonalds, where we took a lunch break.
By this time the kids were starting to really protest their feet, so we agreed to grab a taxi to Central Park, where we surprised them with an hour-long carriage ride through Central Park. (We knew in advance they were going to be dragging by this point, so we can set it up in advance.) The carriage took us right past all the sites they wanted to see (mostly from movies): Bethesda Fountain/Steps, the Balto Statue, and Sheeps Meadow. The driver also pointed out all of the places famous people had lived on the east and west sides, as well as where movies had been filmed (Elf, Enchanted, etc.). It must have been good, because we all manged to stay awake the entire time (or maybe that was the Starbucks stop before we climbed on board).
After our ride, we coaxed the boys into trying the subway again and found it considerably less crowded at 1:30 than it had been at 8am. Back at our hotel we all took another catnap to recharge our batteries. Afraid that too much sleep would make it heard to ever get used to the time change, we pulled ourselves back to our feet around 4pm, and headed out to the World Trade Center site, not far from our hotel. We spent an hour looking into the pools at the bottom of the sites where the two buildings had once stood and reading some of the names engraved on the sides. After some more sitting and people watching, it was time to find some dinner and head back to the room, via a few shops. Our intent had been to ride the Staten Island Ferry after the sun went down to take in the lights of the city, but once we got back to our room, we were all done. It was time to get some real sleep. Good night NYC - you hold a lot of sites for these Oregonians!
Our bags are packed and we're off to spend the next week on a major field trip for the boys!
Flight AS450 leaves PDX at 9:30 tonight and the questions is: Can we all make it through a day in NYC with whatever sleep we can manage on the plane tonight?
Time will tell - we're counting on adrenaline to help get us through!