We Forted

So even though we may have missed the major fall, New England is still co-ho-zy. Old misty forts, historical seaside villages, brick buildings galore, and a few colorful leaves dangling here and there have fulfilled my longing for a taste of the east coast. At the moment I'm sitting next to a huge hissing fire with a snuggly brown dog at my side, content, clean, and still happy to be living in a van.





I hit a point in Montreal where not showering for 5 days and sleeping in an unheated box in 30º weather did not seem so fun anymore. Baby wipes can only take you so far, and sometimes a girl needs to wash her hair just to stay sane. But thanks to Bally's Total Fitness for a "trial day," we left squeaky clean and headed toward the warmer coastal towns.




Both of our moods brightened with beautiful sunny days in Boston and Cape Cod, where we traipsed about Hah-vad and looked at maybe 1000 of Paul Revere's landmarks (oh, and this is where he stubbed his toe, and this is where he buried a dog once). One of the beauties of the east coast is driving time: a couple hours and you're in an entirely new state. The only downfall being Joe's accents, which have to change with each new surrounding. Luckily, we just got out of the "Kennedy" phase (aka Mayor Quimby).







Next up: probably THE most anticipated stop on the trip for me.... NY, NY
-Rach