A view of the Boston skyline from my hotel room in Cambridge Massachusetts
Still working backwards at this point, so to catch you up. . .
The furry one and I stayed at my Aunt’s new house in chico, CAlifornia our first night out on the road. We got to see our cousin and meet some other interesting travelers. We got to do some catching up and some of us retired earlier than others. In the morning, after breakfast, her furriness and I got back on the road to portland.
We arrived in portland that same evening and began the process of acclimating my 15 year old four-legged bed warmer to her temporary home and being around her cousins. (See Pack Mentality) They seemed to get along alright, so the following day the plan was to help my sister’s seriouso fix their roof leak, which started with a partial tear-off to asses and address the damage. A day and a half later, with the roof looking like it would shed water properly I had an afternoon to gather my belongings, make sure they were well packed and under the weight limit for the airplane. I realize there were plenty of opportunities for photos and other media in this time period, however, it was apparently just not meant to be.
Once all my stuff was by the front door, and I had changed into my flight gear, I was ready to begin the next leg of the journey; Cambridge Massachusetts to see my brother, mother, cousin, uncle, aunt and the in-laws (no offense, but the list was getting long.) I said goodbye to my precious hair maker, thanked and blessed my benevolent babysitters and scurried off to the Portland airport guided by my dyslexic GPS unit. (A tense necessary fuel refill aside, I caught my plane which brings me to the title and photo of this post.)
My bro picked me up at the airport and off we went to cambridge. My bro has connections (though the boston mafia can not be confirmed) and I received a VIP guest card and a sweet room at the Hotel. **I need to get going now, so I’ll continue in the next episode. . .