Roadtrip 2011

Eleven days, four states, and exactly 1,000 driving miles later, our trip is part of our family history. See the whole trip in reverse order. In many cases, each story has more pictures than you’ll see from the summary pages. Click the headlines to open the stories. We enjoyed it. Hope you do too.  –DaddyMom

This working clock, by the way, was painted onto the wall of the girls’ room during our stay at Whitefield’s Barron Brook Inn. It seems a prescient statement about all that would unfold for us along the days and miles of our trip and those still to come. 

Free headsets. Bad news? 45 minute wait on the Tarmac.

Everyone made it through security without any problem. Except Kate. She kept setting off the sensors. What could it be? TSA was ready to give her a pat down right there in line, but mama grizzly Sandie intervened and had her taken to a private room where it was determined an article of her girl’s undergarments was the culprit.

After a series of budget hotels, I cut loose for this boutique hotel in Boston. It was a welcome reward.

Even so, they don’t exactly look like they’re sorry to go.

Everyone is ready to be leaving on a jet plane. Especially the DaddyMom.

Only a jamoke would visit the North End and NOT get a cannoli.

Traveling as a group has its advantages: an excuse to try more than one.

Now you see ’em.

Now ya don’t. A bittersweet treat because it marks the end of our time in Boston.