The farther we travel south the less colorful the trees have been. The scenery is less densely forested in the coastal areas and the coastline is flat and not rocky anymore. The children, who have not seen the east coast before laughed to see that there were “not any waves in the ocean”. Today, we left Cape Cod for a late (and last minute) arrival in Connecticut. We were warned of a storm which is due to hit tonight that possibly could have kept us on the peninsula longer than we wanted to stay.
Since leaving Bar Harbor, we have visited Portland, Boston and Cape Cod. We visited the historic sights of the Freedom Trail in stormy weather. Even from under the umbrella, Boston’s brick buildings and cobblestone streets were enjoyably quaint for such a large city.
Providentially, I think, we did not end up staying in Salem, Massachusetts as we had planned. I expected it to be a quaint and simple place, which only had in it’s history the Salem witch trials of the late 1600’s. However, as we drove though the town to our campsite, it almost seemed like they glorified that fact with rebellion. On the main street there was a satanic temple and all over town were huge grotesque displays of witches and death, as well as costumed witches around on the streets. The city advertises that they celebrate Halloween all month long. On the counter, inside the office, there were advertisements of sorcery and witchcraft events. We were relieved when we found out we had actually forgotten to book a site and they were full. We were also glad we didn’t have to stay in a parking lot campground with no hookups.
Cape Cod was a much more peaceful place – bitterly cold, but beautiful.
