Day 6 - Boston-Vermont

Day 6 was also known as the transition day. We started the day in New York and ended it in Vermont and spent about 6 hours on the bus. It was quite the transition though. New York was crazy for two days and at the end of day six we found ourselves floating down the white river near the birthplace of the Prophet Joseph Smith. We make a quick stop in Boston during that six hour bus ride to break it up a little.


I watched Cheers religiously for years. I knew all their names, Sam, Diane, Woody, Norm...You know...Everyone. So I felt like I could walk into this bar and everyone would know my name. Nope. Apparently the theme song to the 80's sit com isn't exactly accurate. Oh well. And I guess Sam sold it a while back because when I asked for him I just got a funny look from the guy behind the counter. He probably never watched the show and had no idea who I was talking about.


Wendy and I had a couple of hours to blow in Boston but we were so beat that we didn't do much. We stayed in the square for quite some time and just watched the street performers. We got this picture because we thought our kids would enjoy it.
Behind us you can see the red line. That is a tourist thing in Boston that if you follow it it will take you to all of the historical sites like the Old Church (2 if by land 1 if by sea?) and Paul Revere's House. We followed it for a little while and saw some of the sites. Just if you are wondering, Paul was not home.


Old Ironsides. This was a ship in the Revolutionary war. The USS Constitution, also known as Old Ironsides because the British canon balls would bounce off the sides of it as if it were made of Iron. Silly Idea, who ever heard of making a ship out of Iron. Anyways it is the worlds Oldest commissioned Warship that is still afloat. About ever 6 months or so they take this out into the harbor and act like Pirates...Okay they take it into the harbor, but I don't know if they really act like Pirates or not. But I bet that once those navy seamen get on board that they can't help saying "aarr" once or twice.


Just a nice river ride down the White river. It was suppose to be just a place to relax and get your feet wet, literally. But it was more of a working river ride for me. I had to stay by the old people and push them past the shallow parts because I didn't want them to stand up, slip on a slimy rock and break a hip. I really did do a lot of pushing. It seams like the old people liked the shallow spots.
Then I met up with one elderly fellow walking slowly across the river to a deeper end. I paddled over and found out that he was shoeless walking in a rocky river. He forgot his shoes. I, being nice, offered my shoes knowing that he would not accept them... but apparently he didn't know the rules to this game of me offering and him refusing. I thought I would offer twice and after he turned me down both time I wouldn't feel so bad, but NO, He took my shoes and still got stuck in the shallow parts. So for the rest of the trip I was helping old people through the shallow parts with no shoes on. Want to guess who was the last person out of the river.