Sight-seeing, running, and dancing

Just a "few" photos of the Boston trip and Katie's dance recital.

Our first stop in Boston was Plimoth Plantation. Lorie and Katie are preparing to enter a Wampanoag "wetu," or house. The Wampanoag village did not exist in 1627 (the time used for the setting at Plimoth Plantation). There had been a village there but typhoid or smallpox had completely wiped out almost all the people at this site before the landing of the Mayflower.


Captain Standish, Mistress Standish, and another lady I failed to catch the name of.


Katie and I outside the home of Governor Bradford.


Katie and I after a nice visit with Alice Carpenter Southworth Bradford. She wasn't quite sure what to make of the fact that we were "descendents" of hers. but was very nice nevertheless.


"What's the big deal? It's a rock for gosh sakes!"


The next day it was out to Marblehead, a beautiful town filled with 17th, 18th, and 19th century homes. Katie was not too enthused about a photo with mom and sailboats.


I loved the landscaping of this house, complete with exposed rock.


We then drove to Salem, skipped right past the witch museum and hit the Peabody Essex Museum instead. Couldn't take photos of the Chinese house, but Katie was very impressed with the rather LARGE albatross.


Had Dad been more enthused about driving 5 hours to ski a small hill on ice in the rain, we might have all been raised in Massachusetts in a home similar to this one in Marblehead. I'm glad he liked real skiing better, although the house ain't bad.


Next day was church then a tour of Boston. Lorie and Katie are looking for Paul Revere's headstone in the Granary Cemetery.


The Old North church.


Patriot's Day dawned cool and sunny, a perfect day for running some miles, 25, 26, whatever it takes. I appear to be okay here at mile 13, although I could be sucking for air or trying unsuccessfully to stifle a yawn. Not exactly sure.


If you are a fast Kenyan who can run 26.2 miles in just over 2 hours, you will get your face on the big screen.


If you are a slow Utahn who bonks at mile 25, you get a cot, some oxygen, and plenty of thin blankets.


After an ice cold Dr. Pepper, I recovered completely, so the next day before flying out, we jumped on a Duck Tour, riding an amphibious "duck" around Boston, which included a cruise in the Charles River.


Great views, even in the mirrored windows.


I had to include Katie's dance recital. I didn't bother inviting Grandma and Grandpa because the bleacher seats were just as uncomfortable as last time. I think the photos do Katie justice. I especially like the last one.