In Boston we had an evening and morning to explore. We did some of the typical historic sites, all close to our hotel. These included the Old State House and the cemetery where Paul Revere, members of the Boston Massacre, including former slave, Crispus Attucks, John Hancock and other famous names from our history classes are buried. We walked to the Boston Commons, Fanueil Hall, and had lunch at the Beanery where we ate brown bread and baked bean. In late afternoon we boarded the Royal Caribbean Jewel of the Seas for a seven day cruise and photo workshop.
I am shooting at sunrise, from our balcony towards the Queen Mary 2 which shared our berth one night and day. I thought our ship was huge. The QM2 is far larger.
The elevators which rose 13 floors through a central atrium were glass. We could see out hug "portholes" in one direction and had etched designs of ancient maps on the other.
The ship's central atrium. They had dancing and singing every night. But evenings were when we were in our critique sessions with Arthur Bleich and our fellow photographers.
This was my first real cruise. I've been on small tour ships for a week long photo workshop in Alaska years ago, and the small ship that took us through the Galapagos Island when I visited AnaMaria and Ted in Ecuador in 2010. But this was a huge cruise ship with all the amenities of large sea cruising vacations. I am glad I did it, but decided that that kind of traveling is not my style. Since I don't gamble, and nightlife isn't quite my thing, and most of the time you see water off your room rather than interesting land sites, I would rather travel by motorhome, car, rail, or small boats that travel through canals or narrower waterways.
We visited some great places: Halifax, Nova Scotia; St. Johns, New Brunswick; Bar Harbor and Portland, Maine. But there was hardly enough time to see the sites, and certainly not at the kind of leisurely pace that 20 years of full-time RVing have accustomed me to. Still, all the stops were worthwhile and we managed some fun photography and that was the purpose. And Chris got a chance to relax, something that is hard for him to do with job demands. Even then, there was one crisis to handle via phone calls and emails. But once that was done, he did relax and unwind. I need to get him to more of my out-of-the-way boondocking spots where none of the outside world crowds in.
|The low bush blueberries had finished their season and the leaves had turned red. This was in the Peggy's Cove Area.|
|This scene and below were on the drive to Peggy's Cove.|
|This bobby went with the great VW police car above, outside the police museum in St. Johns.|
|We spent the afternoon wandering the streets. Much of the city was burned in a huge fire but there is a few block area of old homes which was fun to photograph. Here are a couple of steps, since our assignment was to simplify our photos.|
After taking photos in the old part of town, we were wandering in a leisurely fashion toward the waterfront and eventually our ship. A car pulled up beside us. It was one of the conductors from the short train ride. We wondered if we were lost (he didn't think the neighborhood we were walking through was the best). He was eager to show us a little more of the area around St. Johns. He drove us to the old fort overlooking the town, through some areas where he hoped the fall color would be good, and past some other sites. He wasn't looking for payment; he simply wanted us to enjoy our stay in his city.
Photos below are Bar Harbor and Acadia National Park
|Views in Acadia National Park, Bar Harbor, Maine above and below .|
|Another scene in our drive around the island|
In Bar Harbor (or Bah Haabah as the locals say it) we ended up taking a great taxi cab tour. We didn't want a bus tour. I learned that the high guiding standards to which Leslie Quinn held us in Yellowstone, standards of the National Association for Interpretation, are not the norm among guides. Since we didn't want lots of corny jokes, hurried stops, etc, we opted for renting a car in Halifax and going at our own pace. We mostly walked in St. Johns, and took a taxi in Bar Harbor. We enquired about a car rental, but by the time we rented a taxi to get to the tiny airport where we could rent a car, tour, then get the car back and take a taxi back to the ship, it wasn't making sense. This guy offered us a deal and we took it. And it was a deal. He was having as much fun as we were and went 1.5 hours beyond the agreed upon time and refused payment for it. We tipped generously. Above are a few views from our time in and around Bar Harbor and Acadia.
When I lived in New Hampshire back in the early 1970's, Portland Maine seemed a sad and depressed place. Not anymore. While it has kept its downtown waterfront a working waterfront, it is also a lively and interesting place for visitors and locals alike. There are great restaurants, active arts scene, and the old cobbled streets have been maintained. Our photo instructor urged us to take photos of people. Its isn't something I am comfortable doing. But Chris has no fear of asking total strangers if he may photograph them. I tagged along and got several shots of my own, which I add to my blog just to show I can do it.
|Mural in downtown Portland, Maine.|
|clerk in store in Portland|
|This woman was playing along the port facing street of Portland.|
|Owner of a great pub (we had lunch there twice) called "Andy's" And is this gentleman's name Andy? No, he named his pub after a developmentally disabled friend.|
|Enjoying a last great weekend of good weather, these folks posed for us next to their motorcycle.|
And finally, we returned to Boston. WE flew out on Sunday late afternoon, well in advance of Sandy although we saw preparations all along the coast as lobster men brought in their lobster traps, small boats were being hauled out of harbors, people were being warned to prepare. The areas we visited were not hit with the ferocious strength that the storm displayed in New Jersey and New York.
|Entering Boston Harbor in the morning.|