Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Just Book It and Go

When last we visited, Marilyn and I had spent two days as Nomads wandering around Boston. But on this day we had plans to return to Logan Airport and meet up with my cousin and his lovely wife from Maryland. They are familiar with the area and I eagerly dropped the car keys in his hand never again to ask for their return.  A big load had been lifted from my shoulders, that and I was beginning to get the urge to do something about the people who had been honking at me. I’m too old to do something about people honking at me. Back home in Nebraska, folks honk but it’s to get your attention and then they’ll give you a wave. Okay, they also wave in Boston but it doesn’t resemble our farm waves. Only thing is, life is so fast paced out there that they drop letters from words when they talk and they drop fingers from their waves. I suppose it saves them time.
We had reservations for the next three nights at the Yardarm Village Inn in Ogunquit Maine. It was a fairly quaint little village with big square 2 and 3 story homes. We used Ogunquit for a base and traveled north into some low mountains for a color tour of fall foliage. Every fall is different back there and guarantees that the colors will be good do not exist. It was a below average fall for our tour but still pretty impressive.
One of our day trips went from Ogunquit up the coast a ways to Kennebunk and  Kennebunkport Maine. We visited the beach and the shops up town. One of our most memorable lunches was had in the middle of the downtown area in Kennebunkport. We stopped at Alisson’s Restaurant and had a cup of her famous Clam Chowder and a Lobster Roll. You can actually buy a clam chowder kit from the restaurant online. We haven’t done that, yet, but we will, just in the hopes that we could duplicate that flavor.  The restaurant and shops are all located near an inlet from the Atlantic Ocean and harbor area. It is fun to shop and relax in an area with boats floating nearby that are worth more than a new combine with a 16 row corn head.  Sorry but that’s how farmers think. A farmer wouldn’t be able to walk into the Boston Gaaden without saying, “Man, this place would hold a lot of baled hay. “

Photo taken a few hundred yards west of Plymouth Rock.
We finally returned to our place in Ogunquit because the girls had booked us for a play in the local theatre. ‘Miss Saigon’ was playing and my cousin and I figured we were in for amateur night in a small town.  We were wrong, most of the cast members had all played in the original Broadway production and it was pretty impressive. I’m not sure how they did it but I’ll swear they landed a US Army helicopter to evacuate soldiers’ right on stage in the second half. 
The next day we headed for our final two nights to be spent in Plymouth Massachusetts.  We toured a replica of the Mayflower and a museum that depicted a great deal of what life was like for the first settlers from the old world.  I’m not going to say they were the first white people here from Europe because they were approached by two Indians who could speak English.
Our trip was about over and even though we loved dreaming about seafood at every turn and we did in fact find that it’s true, we were becoming a bit weary. Oysters, mussels, clams, lobster, calamari, and crabs, and they were steamed, stewed, fried, on the half shell, sautéed, and smoked. I knew it was time to go when I saw turkey and dressing on an airport restaurant menu and it sounded good. I was finally tired of things that swam in the ocean.
We left Boston 45 minutes late and when we hit our connection in Detroit we were told they ‘might’ be holding our plane for us. It was just 10 gates away.  They did hold the flight but I could tell by the looks on the faces of the passengers that if it had been up to them, we would have been left to spend the night in Detroit.  We got to Omaha on the same flight as our luggage so I’d call that a good trip.
Thinking back on this I think the overwhelming reason for farmers to travel is to cement the truth in our minds that the farm is the very best trip to be on. It reminds us of why we live where we live.
Just book it and go.


Ralph said...

". . . the farm is the very best trip to be on." And you wonder why we spend so much time there, making it a part of all our travels.

Tabor said...

There is no place like home. And for those of us who live in the country...city life is OK for a while. But the quiet and friendliness of the country will always bring us back.

Granny Annie said...

The very best part of every trip we take is the arrival back home:)

Speaking of hay bales...last year we paid $3 per bale. This year we are hearing $14!!!!!!! We're still looking.

Shannon said...

Love this! Thanks Cliff, I know what you mean.

Granny Annie, if that is for a square bale you are getting robbed. Unless you were getting orchard grass before and now you are getting alfalfa hay.

EV said...

Great sharing this trip with you, Cliff .... sending a BIG farm wave your direction. I like the way you think.

Rachel said...

Sounds like a truly fun trip Cliff, and I'm real glad you got to have a relief driver. I sure would have been.
Strange to hear you say you had gotten your share of all things seafood! Too bad those folks up there don't wave properly! No place like the farm and home. Hope you and yours had a wonderful blessed Thanksgiving!

Lee said...

You've awakened a stirring within for seafood, Cliff! Love the photo...loved your story. Cheers from Down Under.

Peter said...

Hey Cliff if those are the boats that are worth more than a new combine with a 16 row corn head there is more than I thought wrong with the US economy.
I must repeat though the Boston area sounds great.

Cliff said...

Peter, no those were small boats the big boat owners used to go out to their big boats anchored in the bay. They were in Plymouth Harbor where the Mayflower was moored.

Jim said...

Thank you for another great post, Cliff. I love to visit New England. I lived in New Hampshire for three years way back then. Also my Dad's ancestors were from Maine.

You picked a good driver to handle the honking to. A couple of our friends moved to Maryland and they said everyone honked there. They had trouble driving their stick shift car because they couldn't get moving before they got honked at. I learned there how to honk. Texas and Maine people are regular souls like Nebraskans. The honking is generally friendly.

Oh yes, I honked at a neighbor today because she turned right on red right in front of me turning left with my light. I don't think she liked it because she stayed way back. It must have shamed her for driving badly.

If I'd of known she was my neighbor I would have waived. But I didn't know until she followed me into the subdivision.