• Day 9 – Sunday, October 23

    We got up at 6:45 so we could finish putting everything in the bags and leave the hotel by 7:15. We got a Lyft to South Station and were able to wait in the Metropolitan Lounge until closer to our departure time. This would be the longest leg of the trip, overall, with a 4-hour coach ride to NYC and a nearly 13-hour ride in a roomette to Charlotte. With the assistance of a Red Cap, we got to the train a little early, so we got our pick of seats. We ended up on opposite ends of a row so that we’d each get a window seat. 

    On the way to NYC, we were still seeing plenty of fall colors as we went through a little bit of Massachusetts, Rhode Island, Connecticut, and New York. I also saw plenty of gulls and anhingas, as well as a couple of great blue herons, a couple of great egrets, and a bald eagle!

    Mommy in front of our hotel
    Boston, MA
    Detail in the ceiling of the Metropolitan Lounge
    Amtrak South Station
    Boston, MA
    On the way to NYC
    Stonington, CT
    On the way to NYC
    Groton, CT
    Coming into NYC
    Queens, NY
    Courtesy: Elizabeth Strom

    In New York, we went to the Metropolitan Lounge in Moynihan Train Hall to get some lunch. We also got some small snacks to take with us. When we were called down to our train, we had to wait in line for a few minutes before going down the escalator to the platform. Well, apparently no one knows how escalators work because there was a traffic jam at the bottom where several people had stopped to talk to the conductors, and there were several of us yelling for folks to move so no one would be crushed. Escalators don’t stop automatically, after all.

    Finally, we got down to our car and we were with Martha again! We were so happy to see her! Settled in our roomette, we passed the rest of the trip pretty much the same way: watching the scenery, doing word puzzles, and resting. The train was running ahead of time, so we arrived in Charlotte at about 2:30. In the morning. Apparently, they weren’t quite ready for us and the door from the platform into the station was locked. I was surprised at how many other people were out there with us, coming off the train. We didn’t have to wait long—just until the baggage person drove up with all the luggage.

    Crossing the Susquehanna River
    On the way to Charlotte
    Havre De Grace, MD

    We got a Lyft back home and crashed into our beds almost as soon as we had gotten in the door. Once we woke up later in the morning, it was hard to believe we were back to reality.

  • Dewey, Cheetham, and Howe

    Day 7 – Saturday, October 22

    Another lie-in for Claire on Saturday, thankfully. Abby and I discussed the morning over a cup of tea. We decided to take a short walk along the Charles River, on the appropriately named Charles River Greenway. Then we had just enough time for another cup of tea before meeting another friend, Emma, for brunch at Bistro781.

    Charles River
    Waltham, MA
    Charles River
    Waltham, MA
    Charles River
    Waltham, MA
    Charles River Greenway
    Waltham, MA
    Charles River Greenway marker
    Waltham, MA
    Charles River
    Waltham, MA
    Charles River Greenway
    Waltham, MA
    Charles River Greenway
    Waltham, MA
    Charles River
    Waltham, MA

    It was unusually busy, but we had reservations. I had a Pomegranate Sunrise mimosa, which was quite strong, and a CrunchWrap burger, which was quite delicious. Since it had been so busy, Abby and I didn’t linger or join Emma at the farmers market to get Greek orange cake. We got back to Abby’s a little after 1 and got ourselves together to go to Cambridge. I let Mom know so that she could get on the subway and meet us there.

    Meanwhile, Mom had been bopping around Boston Common and the Boston Public Garden, finding new subjects for her paintings.

    Interesting tree
    Boston Common
    Courtesty: Elizabeth Strom
    Boston Public Garden pond
    Courtesy: Elizabeth Strom
    Boston Public Garden
    Courtesy: Elizabeth Strom

    Friday and Saturday were two of the three days over which a large regatta was taking place near Cambridge, called the Head of the Charles. As a result, Cambridge was packed. Fortunately, we found a parking space and eventually found Mom! We had discussed it a little bit and decided to visit one of the many Harvard Museums. After poking around and getting just a little lost, we ended up at the Harvard Museum of Natural History, which housed the Glass Flowers as well as the Museum of Comparative Zoology’s public displays of fossils. It was also connected to the Peabody Museum of Archaeology and Ethnology. We didn’t have a ton of time, so we tried to keep up a fairly good pace. We were able to take in exhibits on arthropods, sea creatures made of glass, insects, fossils, mounted animals from around the world, and the glass flowers. We had to skip the room devoted to rocks and minerals in order to leave a few minutes to glimpse the Peabody. There we saw an exhibit on Mexico’s history as a source of art and culture, as well as an exhibit on humankind’s relationship with food. 

    Harvard University
    Cambridge, MA
    Harvard University
    Cambridge, MA
    The Harvard Museum of Natural History
    Harvard University
    Cambridge, MA
    Día de los Muertos exhibit
    The Harvard Museum of Natural History
    Harvard University
    Cambridge, MA

    After the museum we decided it was time for an early dinner. We tried Grendel’s, but they were full. Abby suggested Grafton Street Pub and Grill, and we got one of the last available tables before a large line started forming! We were seated outside, which was lovely. I had a Stowe High and Dry hard cider, Mom had a Cabernet, and we shared a spinach artichoke dip with pita chips for the table. For my entree I got a seared salmon with couscous and Mom got steamed mussels. 

    Harvard University
    Cambridge, MA
    Our dinner place
    Grafton Street Pub & Grill
    Cambridge, MA
    Abby and Mommy at dinner
    Grafton Street Pub & Grill
    Cambridge, MA

    Even though we were pretty full, we couldn’t resist walking down to L.A. Burdick for dessert. We had hot chocolates (made with shaved chocolate and whole milk) and Abby let me try her spicy one. Yum. Mom and I split a decadent chocolate chip cookie. We practically rolled out of there after and back to Abby’s car so I could grab my backpack.

    Mom and I took the Red Line back to Boston Common and walked the rest of the way to the hotel. We were both pooped, but got our bags mostly packed before we got ready for bed. Unfortunately, it was not the most restful night we’d ever spent, between the pounding bass from some event, the dinging from the elevator just outside the door, and people conversing in the hall. Oh well, not much to do about it, though I did fantasize about going down to the lobby desk and demanding ear plugs.

    Art in the parking garage
    Charles Square Parking Garage
    Cambridge, MA
    Harvard Square T (subway) station
    Cambridge, MA
    The Cathedral Church of Saint Paul
    Boston, MA
  • In Arden, Woah-oh-oh, In Arden, WOAH-oh-oh-oh!

    Day 7 – Friday, October 21

    I was able to sleep in a little bit Friday morning since Mom and I weren’t meeting until later. Abby and I had some tea before I got dressed, then we had our much-anticipated bagel bacon butties. Abby made some improvised brown sauce to put on hers, but I stuck with just bacon and butter.

    After breakfast, I made my way down to the bus stop in order to catch the express bus back to Boston. By that time it was about 9:30, so a lot of the rush hour traffic had cleared up. I got into Boston just before 10, and walked over to meet Mom at Boston Commons. We met at the Visitors Center there and got a self-guide book for the Freedom Trail (along with some postcards, a spoon, and a magnet). Altogether, the Freedom Trail is something like 2 ½ miles long, and by doing a self-guided tour, we could go at our own pace and decide how long we wanted to stop at each location. 

    We started at Shaw’s Monument, across the street from the State House. Then, we walked back down through the park to the Park Street Church. We lingered at the Granary Burying Ground in order to see the resting places of many iconic figures, like Paul Revere, Samuel Adams, and Mother Goose. A man had positioned himself just outside the cemetery and had guides he had compiled himself to take through the cemetery. We were very appreciative of that as we wouldn’t have found some of the significant areas without it.

    Boston Massacre Monument
    Boston Commons
    Courtesy: Elizabeth Strom
    Boston Common and Massachusetts State House
    Freedom Trail
    Massachusetts State House
    Freedom Trail
    Park Street Church
    Freedom Trail
    Amphibious DUKW Vehicle
    Paul Revere’s Tomb, Granary Burying Ground
    Freedom Trail
    Decoration on a tomb, Granary Burying Ground
    Freedom Trail
    Granary Burying Ground
    Freedom Trail
    John Hancock monument, Granary Burying Ground
    Freedom Trail
    Decorative gravestone, Granary Burying Ground
    Freedom Trail
    Marker for the victims of the Boston Massacre, Granary Burying Ground
    Freedom Trail

    We didn’t linger nearly as long at King’s Chapel, the Boston Latin School Site, Old Corner Bookstore (now the Old Corner Chipotle), Old South Meeting House, or Old State House. In fact, the rest of the walk, we followed the brick path that delineated the Freedom Trail and just paused briefly to take in the sites like Faneuil Hall, the Paul Revere House, and the Old North Church before we walked on. We went into the Copp’s Hill Burying Ground just to see it better, but didn’t poke around. Some of the sites we saw along the way were just about as interesting as the official sites on the Freedom Trail, like the façade on the Tremont Temple Baptist Church, the farmers market we walked through, or the extremely narrow house across from Copp’s Hill Burying Ground.

    Tremont Temple Baptist Church
    Freedom Trail marker
    Boston’s Old City Hall
    Freedom Trail
    Mommy with the Democratic Donkey
    Boston’s Old City Hall
    Freedom Trail
    Old South Meeting House
    Freedom Trail
    Samuel Adams statue at Faneuil Hall
    Freedom Trail
    Mommy taking on the British, Salt Lane
    Freedom Trail
    Bell in Hand Tavern, Union St
    Freedom Trail
    Boston Public Market
    Paul Revere House
    Freedom Trail
    Old North Church with Paul Revere statue
    Freedom Trail
    Old North Church
    Freedom Trail
    Copp’s Hill Burying Ground
    Freedom Trail
    Tiny house across from Copp’s Hill Burying Ground

    Copp’s Hill was the last stop on the downtown Boston side of the Charles River, so we walked across the temporary bridge to Charlestown. There we saw City Square Park before walking down the waterfront to the Charlestown Navy Yard, which is a National Park. Did I bring my National Parks passport? No. But never fear! The gift shop was prepared for people like me and sold strips of round stickers you could stamp and then stick in your passport later. We walked over to see the USS Constitution as well as the USS Casein Young before we went in the gift shop so I could get those stamp stickers for my National Park passport. After that, it was up to the Bunker Hill Monument before heading back to the City Square Park. 

    Leonard P. Zakim Bunker Hill Memorial Bridge
    As seen from the North Washington Street Bridge
    Fall foliage, Charlestown Navy Yard
    Freedom Trail
    USS Constitution, Charlestown Navy Yard
    Freedom Trail
    Tug boat, Charlestown Navy Yard
    Freedom Trail
    The best sign, Charlestown Navy Yard
    Freedom Trail
    Skyline from the Charlestown Navy Yard
    Freedom Trail
    Courtesy: Elizabeth Strom
    Fall foliage, Charlestown Navy Yard
    Freedom Trail
    Historic buildings and the brick Freedom Trail marker
    Charlestown
    Bunker Hill
    Freedom Trail
    Colonel William Prescott statue and skyline, Bunker Hill
    Freedom Trail

    By that time we were a bit hungry, so we stopped at Tatte to get a light lunch, a Mediterranean farro salad each as well as berries for me and a tuna salad for Mom. It hit the spot and we were ready for the next adventure!

    From Tatte, we got a Lyft to the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum, which was on our must-see list. I’d been on a previous trip, but Mom never had. We got there almost exactly at 2:30 and were able to go right in as I’d purchased our tickets over lunch. We started at the top of the Palace and worked out way down, nearly overwhelmed at everything there was to see. The Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum (or the Bella) is one of my absolute favorites as the collection is displayed in a unique fashion—more like a personal collection that has been accumulated and loved over many years, which of course it was. Ancient art is displayed in juxtaposition to more contemporary pieces, which serves to highlight themes or methodology that have carried through decades or centuries.

    Our lunch place, Tatte
    Charlestown
    Rape of Europa, Titian
    Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum
    Courtyard at the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum
    Courtesy: Elizabeth Strom
    Tiles from the Church of San Agustin, Atlixco, Puebla
    Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum
    El Jaleo, Sargent
    Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum

    We stayed at the museum until just after closing time (we had to visit the gift shop after all). Then, we walked down to the Museum of Fine Arts subway stop so we could head back into town. Mom was going back to the hotel, but I was meeting some friends for dinner and a play, so I got off first, reminding Mom that we’d be meeting in Cambridge the next afternoon and which subway to take. 

    I got to the general area about an hour earlier than anticipated, so I sat in the Christian Science Plaza for a while and caught up on my journaling. There was a circular, in-ground fountain and a couple of guys ran to the middle while the arcs of water were low, then got stuck in the middle when the fountain increased its water arc height. They finally took off their shoes and dashed back through.

    Christian Science Plaza

    I met my friends at a restaurant called Clover Food Lab. It was an excellent choice—I had hummus with rainbow carrots and warm pita, with an Asian pear lemonade. We spent some time catching up and eating before heading to the Boston Conservatory Theater for their production of As You Like It

    All four of us had spent time studying together in England and had seen As You Like It performed at The Globe. It had been an incredible production, so we agreed that this would have a lot to live up to. Three of us had no expectations going into it, so we were surprised when the first actor on stage burst into song.

    It turned out that this was a reimagined As You Like It, developed in 2017 by Laurie Woolery and Shaina Taub. It used much of Shakespeare’s original dialogue, but also utilized modern musical numbers to propel much of the character development and action. As the lights cut at the end, the audience rose, en masse, for a standing ovation. It had been wonderful. We couldn’t stop talking about it as we left the theater. In fact, we were still raving about it the next day!

    Three of us were heading back to Waltham after the play, so we got a Lyft. By that time of night, traffic was minimal, so we were there in less than 20 minutes. Abby and I agreed on a cup of tea before collapsing into our beds.

  • Where’d Ya Get Those Peepers? From the Courtyard by Marriott

    Day 6 – Thursday, October 20

    For our first day in Boston, we were actually leaving Boston—in fact, the entire state of Massachusetts—completely. We got up at about 6:15 and got ready for a day of leaf-peeping. Our tour guide and driver, Bobby, was scheduled to pick us up at about 7:15, so we went downstairs and got a quick breakfast at the hotel restaurant. Bobby was prompt and we joined the rest of the tour group on the minibus. Apparently, we were the final stop and Bobby quickly had us heading out of town. Our general destination was White Mountain State Park in New Hampshire.

    Sign in the van
    Fall Foliage Tour
    Boston, MA
    Fall Foliage Tour
    Medford, MA

    On the way, we stopped at a very nice rest area (who knew rest areas could be very nice?) in New Hampshire that had a restaurant, coffee shop, restrooms, gas station, and…drumroll, please…an apple cider donut shack! Mom got one of the donuts to try, which was an excellent decision. Stop done, we whisked off to the Lincoln area and the start of the Kancamagus Highway. Our first leaf-peeping stop was the Lincoln Woods Trailhead, which has a suspension bridge. None of the stops were very long—just long enough to see the “thing” of interest and admire the changing leaves. After the Lincoln Woods Trailhead came the Sabbaday Falls Observation Site and the Rocky Gorge Scenic Area. At one point, we had to stop and let three wild turkeys cross the road!

    The most important rest stop
    Fall Foliage Tour
    Hooksett, NH
    Claire makes a good moose
    Fall Foliage Tour
    Hooksett, NH
    Lincoln Woods Trailhead
    White Mountain National Forest
    Kancamagus Highway, NH
    Lincoln Woods Trailhead
    White Mountain National Forest
    Kancamagus Highway, NH
    East Branch Pemigewasset River, Lincoln Woods Trailhead
    White Mountain National Forest
    Kancamagus Highway, NH
    Lincoln Woods Trailhead
    White Mountain National Forest
    Kancamagus Highway, NH
    Lincoln Woods Trailhead
    White Mountain National Forest
    Kancamagus Highway, NH
    Sabbaday Brook Trailhead
    White Mountain National Forest
    Kancamagus Highway, NH
    Sabbaday Brook, Sabbaday Brook Trail
    White Mountain National Forest
    Kancamagus Highway, NH
    Sabbaday Brook Trail
    White Mountain National Forest
    Kancamagus Highway, NH
    Sabbaday Brook Trail
    White Mountain National Forest
    Kancamagus Highway, NH
    Sabbaday Falls, Sabbaday Brook Trail
    White Mountain National Forest
    Kancamagus Highway, NH
    Sabbaday Falls, Sabbaday Brook Trail
    White Mountain National Forest
    Kancamagus Highway, NH
    Sabbaday Falls, Sabbaday Brook Trail
    White Mountain National Forest
    Kancamagus Highway, NH
    Sabbaday Falls, Sabbaday Brook Trail
    White Mountain National Forest
    Kancamagus Highway, NH
    Sabbaday Brook Trail
    White Mountain National Forest
    Kancamagus Highway, NH
    Sabbaday Brook Trail
    White Mountain National Forest
    Kancamagus Highway, NH
    Sabbaday Brook Trail
    White Mountain National Forest
    Kancamagus Highway, NH
    Rocky Gorge Scenic Area
    White Mountain National Forest
    Kancamagus Highway, NH
    Swift River, Rocky Gorge Scenic Area
    White Mountain National Forest
    Kancamagus Highway, NH
    Swift River, Rocky Gorge Scenic Area
    White Mountain National Forest
    Kancamagus Highway, NH
    Falls Pond, Rocky Gorge Scenic Area
    White Mountain National Forest
    Kancamagus Highway, NH
    Rocky Gorge Scenic Area
    White Mountain National Forest
    Kancamagus Highway, NH

    For lunch, we drove to North Conway and parked by the historic rail station. We had a little over an hour to get some nibbles and explore, so Mom and I ate at a café called The Met, where I had a chicken sandwich with pesto, tomato, and mozz, and Mom had a “Thanksgiving” flatbread. Which was surprisingly good. We both got lemonade iced teas, which was another excellent decision.

    We had enough time after lunch to wander around about a block of North Conway, so we poked around Zeb’s General Store and walked over to the train station. By that time it was about when we had to go, so we went back to the bus.

    Fireplace at our lunch spot
    The Met
    North Conway, NH
    Mommy at our lunch spot
    The Met
    North Conway, NH
    Zeb’s General Store
    North Conway, NH
    Zeb’s General Store
    North Conway, NH
    Mommy at Zeb’s General Store
    North Conway, NH
    Tree on Main Street
    North Conway, NH
    Conway Scenic Railway
    North Conway, NH
    Conway Scenic Railway
    North Conway, NH
    Bush on Main Street
    North Conway, NH
    Schouler Park
    North Conway, NH
    Christ Episcopal Church
    North Conway, NH

    After our lunch stop, we went to the Fourth Iron Campground and watched the Conway Scenic Railroad go by. Then we drove over to the Willey House. Ducks fed and photos taken, we got back on the bus to make our way back to Beantown. We had one more stop at the nice rest area, though this time on the other side of the highway, before the final leg of the journey.

    Fourth Iron Campground
    White Mountain National Forest
    Hart’s Location, NH
    Fourth Iron Campground
    White Mountain National Forest
    Hart’s Location, NH
    Saco River, Fourth Iron Campground
    White Mountain National Forest
    Hart’s Location, NH
    Fourth Iron Campground
    White Mountain National Forest
    Hart’s Location, NH
    Fourth Iron Campground
    White Mountain National Forest
    Hart’s Location, NH
    Fourth Iron Campground
    White Mountain National Forest
    Hart’s Location, NH
    Saco River, Willey House
    White Mountain National Forest
    Hart’s Location, NH
    Mallard on the Saco River, Willey House
    White Mountain National Forest
    Hart’s Location, NH
    Saco River, Willey House
    White Mountain National Forest
    Hart’s Location, NH
    Willey House
    White Mountain National Forest
    Hart’s Location, NH
    Fall Foliage Tour
    Hart’s Location, NH
    Fall Foliage Tour
    Hart’s Location, NH
    Silver Cascade
    Hart’s Location, NH
    Fall Foliage Tour
    Franconia, NH
    Fall Foliage Tour
    Woodstock, NH
    Fall Foliage Tour
    Woodstock, NH
    Returning to Boston
    Fall Foliage Tour
    Boston, MA

    We were dropped off at the hotels in reverse order, so Mom and I were dropped off first. This was a very good thing as I was able to finish throwing some stuff in my backpack and head back out to catch the express bus to Waltham. Thursday and Friday nights I stayed there with my friend, Abby, so we could spend some time together.

    I successfully caught the bus (though there was some confusion and I nearly took a different bus to a casino) and got to Waltham. The rest of the evening was spent talking and eating delicious Indian food.

  • “Schenectady” is Both Fun to Say and to Spell

    Day 5 Wednesday, October 19

    We were up early, early, early at 4:15. We had left a lot of things out to dry and needed to pack them up before leaving. So we did that and got ourselves ready to go. We had anticipated leaving the hotel around 5:30 or 5:45, but we were ready before then, so we went ahead and left about 5:15. The Uber didn’t take very long and we got to the station a little after 5:20. We should have known it was all too easy.

    A woman was standing outside the doors, talking on her phone. She immediately told us that the door was locked and then proceeded with her conversation, which was apparently with an Amtrak representative. The station was supposed to open at 3 AM, so it still being closed 2 ½ hours later was a bit of an issue. The Amtrak guy wasn’t a huge help, but to be fair, he was in a different state and couldn’t do much anyway. The station itself was also supposed to be managed by the city of Niagara Falls, which added another layer of complication. I felt so awful for this woman as she had been waiting in the cold and rain for over an hour at that point. There was a bit of an overhang at the entrance, so we weren’t being rained on directly, but over an hour in that would still be miserable.

    After we had been there for about 10 minutes, the security guard finally ambled over and opened the door. He claimed he had been doing his rounds regularly and hadn’t opened the door yet as there was a problem with homeless people coming in. *cue large eye roll* The woman read him the riot act (though she was remarkably calm about it for the situation) as it was pretty clear that she wasn’t homeless–I don’t think the terminology “unhoused” has entered a lot of people’s vocabulary yet–and that she hadn’t seen him doing any rounds at all. It was obvious to all of us that he had been asleep and had just woken up. Mom and I were sure that this woman’s initiative in calling around had prompted someone to call and get ahold of this guy. And if she hadn’t been doing that, we weren’t sure that we would’ve made our train, as there was no way to get up to the platform otherwise.

    Our first train ride of the day was a short one, just a couple of stops past Niagara Falls, to Buffalo. Side note: “Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo” is a grammatically correct sentence! We had about an hour and a half wait in the tiny station there before getting on the Lake Shore Limited for an 11-hour ride to Boston. Fortunately, we were in a roomette for that part of the trip. From there it was a pretty easy ride. We read, did our word puzzles, and watched the scenery. We trekked towards the back of the train to the dining car for lunch and were taken by (quite pleasant) surprise to see that it was in a lovely Art Deco style. Mom had the braised short ribs and I had the baked ziti. Both were excellent choices. Then we trekked back to our car. The reason for the long walk was that the train would be splitting in Albany. The front-most sleeper, café car, and a couple of coach cars would be going to Boston. A couple of coach cars, the dining car, and the rear-most sleepers would be going to NYC.

    Buffalo statue, Depew Station
    Buffalo, NY
    Courtesy: Elizabeth Strom
    Dining car
    On the way to Boston
    New York

    Bellies quite full, we napped, read, and scenery gazed some more until dinner. Dinner was served in our rooms since the dining car had long departed. I had a vegan enchilada dish, which was supposed to be vegan Thai red curry noodles but was still delicious. Once dark had fallen, we turned out the lights so Mom could see outside more easily and keep watching the trees and towns go by.

    Mohawk River
    On the way to Boston
    New York
    Mohawk River
    On the way to Boston
    New York
    Mohawk River
    On the way to Boston
    New York
    Adirondack Power and Light Corporation on the Mohawk River
    On the way to Boston
    New York
    On the way to Boston
    New York
    On the way to Boston
    New York
    South Station
    Boston, MA

    We rolled into Boston pretty much on time, around 8:35. We hadn’t been able to check our bags at Albany but had been able to put our rolly cases in an unoccupied roomette. We left South Station and walked about 15 minutes to the hotel. After checking in, we found they had put us in an accessible room, which was interesting to explore. It would be another early morning for us, so we got our bags situated and got ready for bed.

  • Niagara Falls: Nature’s Eye Wash Station

    Day 4 – Tuesday, October 18

    We got up a little before 7:30, but didn’t really get moving until closer to 8:30. Our plan was to get some breakfast at the Starbucks in the hotel, plus some extra for Wednesday morning since we’d be leaving before they opened, and then get on our way. I had a yummy lemon poppyseed muffin, which I hadn’t had in years, and Mommy had an almond poppyseed.

    Afterwards, we made our way to the Official Welcome Center (not to be confused with the Visitor’s Center, which seemed to mostly be a large food court). We went ahead and got some merch and spoke to a very nice woman about how to organize our day. She suggested we go to Goat’s Island first, then take the trolley to Prospect Point to catch the Maid of the Mist boat, and then make our way across the border to do the Journey Behind the Falls. She also suggested we try to make it down to the old power station as they had some interesting exhibits as well.

    The Official Welcome Center was about a block from the bridge to Goat’s Island, so we took her advice and walked there first. Goat’s Island is between the two major parts of the falls. The American Falls and Bridal Veil Falls are on one side and Horseshoe Falls is on the other. Coming from the US side, we crossed the bridge from the mainland to the island, which passed over the American Rapids. According to what our trolley driver later said, they are class 4 and would be fatal to us normal humans. From what I read later, it basically boils down to: the rapids and the fall won’t kill ya, but the landing will.

    Our favorite fire hydrant
    Niagara Falls, NY
    Claire and Mommy
    Niagara Falls State Park
    Looking over the Niagara River to Goat Island and Canada
    Niagara Falls State Park

    Once over the bridge, we went to the right, which took us to Luna Island, which is a tiny island between the American Falls and Bridal Veil Falls. After oohing and aahing there, we walked to the ticket booth for Cave of the Winds. The Cave of the Winds itself is no longer open to the public due to concerns over safety and the fact the multiple rock falls essentially destroyed it. But you can go down an elevator and then walk along various platforms that bring you right to the edge of Bridal Veil Falls. The wind and spray get intense as you get close. The deck nearest the falls is called the Hurricane Deck, though the conditions there are more comparable to a tropical storm. I was very glad I’d gotten the rain jacket for my camera!

    Goat Island
    Niagara Falls State Park
    Goat Island
    Niagara Falls State Park
    Niagara River
    Goat Island
    Niagara Falls State Park
    Looking over American Falls to Canada
    Luna Island
    Niagara Falls State Park
    Niagara River
    Luna Island
    Niagara Falls State Park
    Mommy and Claire
    Luna Island
    Niagara Falls State Park
    American Falls and Bridal Veil Falls
    Cave of the Winds
    Niagara Falls State Park
    Looking over the Niagara River to Horseshoe Falls and Canada
    Cave of the Winds
    Niagara Falls State Park
    American Falls and Bridal Veil Falls
    Cave of the Winds
    Niagara Falls State Park
    Mommy at Cave of the Winds
    Niagara Falls State Park
    American Falls
    Cave of the Winds
    Niagara Falls State Park
    Mommy at Cave of the Winds
    Niagara Falls State Park
    Bridal Veil Falls
    Cave of the Winds
    Niagara Falls State Park
    American Falls and Bridal Veil Falls
    Cave of the Winds
    Niagara Falls State Park
    Claire at Cave of the Winds
    Niagara Falls State Park

    After Cave of the Winds, we walked along the path to Terrapin Point, which is the US side of Horseshoe Falls. We definitely should have kept the ponchos from Cave of the Winds! Mom didn’t feel like getting up close and personal, so I went down to the observation area and ended up going down a secondary path by the Canadian Rapids. After collecting Mom again, we walked down to Three Sisters Islands to get a better look at the Niagara River and the Canadian Rapids.

    Mommy at The Power Portal
    Niagara Falls State Park
    Rainbow
    Goat Island
    Niagara Falls State Park
    Looking over the Niagara River to Canada with American Falls
    Terrapin Point, Goat Island
    Niagara Falls State Park
    Looking over the Niagara River to Horseshoe Falls and Canada
    Terrapin Point, Goat Island
    Niagara Falls State Park
    Claire at Terrapin Point, Goat Island
    Niagara Falls State Park
    Courtesy: Elizabeth Strom
    Looking over the Niagara River to Horseshoe Falls and Canada
    Terrapin Point, Goat Island
    Niagara Falls State Park
    Courtesy: Elizabeth Strom
    Looking over the Niagara River to Canada
    Goat Island
    Niagara Falls State Park
    Niagara River
    Three Sisters Islands
    Niagara Falls State Park
    Looking over the Niagara River to Canada
    Three Sisters Islands
    Niagara Falls State Park
    Niagara River
    Three Sisters Islands
    Niagara Falls State Park
    Mommy at Three Sisters Islands
    Niagara Falls State Park

    From there we hopped on the Niagara Scenic Trolley, which took us around the lower tip of the island and back to the mainland. We were planning on getting some lunch at Prospect Point, but it turned out they were doing construction at the welcome center there, so the café was closed. We went ahead and traded in our Maid of the Mist voucher for two tickets and some postcards, then hurried to the Observation Deck for a quick view before taking the elevator down to catch the boat.

    The three falls
    Niagara Falls Observation Tower
    Niagara Falls State Park

    In our pink ponchos, so de rigueur, we boarded the boat and made our way to our preferred spots. I went up to the front of the top deck and Mom decided to stay downstairs. The trip itself was fairly quick, but very loud. I couldn’t hear most of the informative commentary until we were almost back to the dock. The trip went past the American Falls and Bridal Veil Falls before entering the mist in front of Horseshoe Falls. And boy, was it misty! I could barely keep even one eye open! At one point my camera’s rain jacket came off and I had to scramble to put it back on.

    One of the major talking points about Niagara Falls is the generation of power. Niagara was the site of the successful implementation of the production of electricity through water power and the use of Nikola Tesla’s AC generators. The Maid of the Mist boat is powered by a rechargeable battery that only takes seven minutes to recharge. The original power plants are no longer in use, but the Niagara River is still a major source of hydroelectric power for the region.

    The three falls
    Maid of the Mist
    Niagara Falls State Park
    American Falls
    Maid of the Mist
    Niagara Falls State Park
    Courtesy: Elizabeth Strom
    Going into the mist
    Maid of the Mist
    Niagara Falls State Park
    Courtesy: Elizabeth Strom
    Horseshoe Falls
    Maid of the Mist
    Niagara Falls State Park
    Horseshoe Falls
    Maid of the Mist
    Niagara Falls State Park
    Courtesy: Elizabeth Strom
    Rainbow Bridge, American Falls, and Bridal Veil Falls
    Maid of the Mist
    Niagara Falls State Park
    Crows Nest and American Falls
    Niagara Falls State Park
    Niagara Falls, NY

    After the boat tour, we tried to find some lunch, but everywhere was either a 30-minute wait or closed. So, we went ahead and walked across Rainbow Bridge to Canada. Once there, we saw a restaurant called The Secret Garden Restaurant that was right next to the border office. We stopped there and got some soup (cream of mushroom for Mom and pasta faglioni for me) and garlic bread. And I got my spoon! Souvenir, not soup.

    Going to Canada
    Rainbow Bridge
    Niagara Falls, NY
    Looking over the Niagara River to Canada
    Rainbow Bridge
    Niagara Falls, NY
    Claire crossing the border
    Rainbow Bridge
    Niagara Falls, ON
    Courtesy: Elizabeth Strom
    Looking over the Niagara River to the three falls
    Rainbow Bridge
    Niagara Falls, ON
    Our lunch spot
    The Secret Garden Restaurant
    Niagara Falls, ON
    Our lunch companions
    The Secret Garden Restaurant
    Niagara Falls, ON

    We walked down the waterfront, stopping to take plenty of photos, and got to the Table Rock Center at about 3:45. We found our way to the Journey Behind the Falls counter and got our tickets. The Journey Behind the Falls tunnels have been in operation, in one iteration or another, since the early 1900’s, originally with wooden walkways! Fortunately, they’d poured concrete walkways long before we got there. We donned ponchos yet again–at least all of these attractions had places to recycle the ponchos–and went to the two portals before going out to the observation deck. The portals were about ⅓ the way behind Horseshoe Falls. If you’ve ever seen an old-timey movie where they’re making it look like it’s raining by just dumping a bunch of water past a window and then throwing a bucketful at the actors every once in a while, it was like that but in real life. And much louder than in the movies.

    Looking over the Niagara River to the US and the three falls
    Fallsview Trail
    Niagara Falls, ON
    American Falls and Bridal Veil Falls
    Fallsview Trail
    Niagara Falls, ON
    American Falls and Bridal Veil Falls
    Fallsview Trail
    Niagara Falls, ON
    Horseshoe Falls
    Fallsview Trail
    Niagara Falls, ON
    Horseshoe Falls
    Journey Behind the Falls
    Niagara Falls, ON
    Claire at Horseshoe Falls
    Journey Behind the Falls
    Niagara Falls, ON
    Mommy at Journey Behind the Falls
    Niagara Falls, ON

    The observation deck was immediately to the left of Horseshoe Falls, so you could see the edge of the water as it spilled over the cliff. I haven’t really said it yet, but all of the falls were absolutely incredible. Even as you see them with your own eyes, feel the sting of the spray when you get close, and hear the deafening roar, it’s difficult to comprehend the enormity of what’s occurring. One statistic that I read was that at its peak flow in the summer, enough water to fill 1 million bathtubs goes over Niagara Falls. Every. Minute. That’s…a lot of bathtubs.

    Horseshoe Falls
    Journey Behind the Falls
    Niagara Falls, ON
    Claire and Mommy
    Horseshoe Falls
    Journey Behind the Falls
    Niagara Falls, ON
    Mommy at Journey Behind the Falls
    Niagara Falls, ON
    Horseshoe Falls
    Journey Behind the Falls
    Niagara Falls, ON

    After marveling at the falls some more, we walked around Table Rock Center, got some edible souvenirs (not that kind of edible!) and read some informational plaques about the building of the power station. Then we walked around more outside to enjoy the beautiful foliage and eventually made our way back towards the area of town that seemed to have all the stuff. We stopped at the statue of Nikola Tesla, which had been dedicated at his 150th birthday. We also stopped to look at some black squirrels.

    Horseshoe Falls
    Table Rock Centre
    Niagara Falls, ON
    Fall foliage
    Table Rock Centre
    Niagara Falls, ON
    Fall foliage
    Table Rock Centre
    Niagara Falls, ON
    Nikola Tesla Plaza
    Niagara Falls, ON
    Nikola Tesla Plaza
    Niagara Falls, ON
    Illumination Tower and Concert Stage
    Niagara Falls, ON
    Horseshoe Falls
    Fallsview Trail
    Niagara Falls, ON
    American Falls and Bridal Veil Falls
    Fallsview Trail
    Niagara Falls, ON
    Rainbow Bridge
    Fallsview Trail
    Niagara Falls, ON
    Black squirrel
    Fallsview Trail
    Niagara Falls, ON
    American Falls and Bridal Veil Falls
    Fallsview Trail
    Niagara Falls, ON

    We had dinner at an Italian buffet in the Sheraton hotel that had a view of the falls. Once it got dark enough, the lights were turned on on the falls and we could see some of it from the table!

    The falls at night
    Massimo’s Italian Fallsview Restaurant
    Niagara Falls, ON

    Once we left dinner, we walked back down to look at the falls for a few minutes before we headed back Stateside. Of course, in Canada, just like in the US, smart people let the skunk cross the road and get well ahead of them before following. I am happy to report that we are smart people. Then it was just a matter of getting back to the hotel and warming up! Which was easier said than done. My feet were so cold, and by the time the hotel was in view I was just ready to be in bed. In my rush, I nearly took a headlong dive trying to step up onto the curb outside the lobby. Honestly, if any medical emergency was going to happen, we missed our opportunity when we crossed the border back into the States. The next day would be another early one, so after practicing my cool dance moves outside the hotel (that’s what it is if you don’t actually fall), we headed upstairs to get warm and get some sleep.

    Skunk
    Niagara Falls, ON
    Heading back to the US
    Rainbow Bridge
    Niagara Falls, ON
    Looking over the Niagara River to the three falls at night
    Rainbow Bridge
    Niagara Falls, ON
  • You Hear the Best Gossip on the Train

    Day 3 – Monday, October 17

    We got up at 5:15. The train was scheduled to leave at 7:15 and we wanted to get there in plenty of time. We did stop at the Starbucks in the lobby so we could grab some breakfast to take with us. And we didn’t try to walk back to the Moynihan Train Hall. A very nice doorman helped us get a cab and we got to the station quite quickly. We checked in and were directed to the waiting room–we had coach seats for this part of the trip, so it was the regular waiting room for us! 

    After eating our breakfast, we didn’t have too long to wait until we were called to the platform. We got onto the train and made sure to get seats with a window–Mom’s first choice didn’t have a window, which she didn’t notice until I pointed it out (it’s because I’m very observant). Of course, our seats were on the wrong side to look at the river AND were seated directly in front of what seemed to be the only 2 small children on the whole train. And the family didn’t seem to own any headphones for the slightly older child, so in addition to not infrequent crying, we were also treated to upbeat music interspersed with “Dinosaur!” or “Blue!” among other audible gems. For the whole ride. On the plus side, we did hear some juicy gossip from the 2 guys who sat in front of us on separate occasions. Some real workplace drama going on.

    Otherwise, the train ride was mostly uneventful. We had a slight setback when we had to unexpectedly fix the engine in Albany, but otherwise it was smooth sailing. (Let’s make the police car PURPLE!) And the cafe car opened just before lunchtime, so we got some veggies and I got a sandwich. (Incomprehensible lyrics)

    We spent most of the time napping, watching the scenery (Sounds of some sort of Power Rangers-style fight), reading, and doing our word puzzles. There were so many pretty trees! (Animated bird chirping)

    On the train to Niagara Falls
    New York
    On the train to Niagara Falls
    New York
    On the train to Niagara Falls
    New York

    We finally rolled into Niagara Falls, NY about 5:20 and we’re greeted with much chillier and drizzlier weather than what we’d had in NYC. But, we’d both worn sweaters, jackets, gloves, and hats, so it could have been worse. We got an Uber to the hotel and got checked in. The hotel reception guy recommended the steakhouse in the casino, but since we’d been to a steakhouse the night before and weren’t big on going into a casino for dinner, we decided to try our luck elsewhere. 

    Amtrak Niagara Falls Station
    Niagara Falls, NY
    Mural
    Niagara Falls, NY
    Mural
    Niagara Falls, NY

    We walked up from the hotel a couple of blocks to a place called Wine on Third (because wine not?!). We shared a Caesar salad and a chicken and spinach pizza. I decided to be daring in my pizza choice and get something that wasn’t pepperoni. Mom was fully onboard. And since we were at a place with “Wine” in its name, we had to get some Cab Sav.

    Wine on Third
    Niagara Falls, NY

    We had talked about walking down towards the falls after dinner, but it was colder and rainier, so we just went back to the hotel and warmed up. We went to bed relatively early, even though we didn’t have to be up before the roosters for a change.

  • The Best Way to See the Met is in a Blur

    Day 2 – Sunday, October 16

    We woke up a little before 7:30 and got ourselves ready for the day. Since we’d walked the High Line on Saturday night, the plan was to get some breakfast and walk around Central Park before going to the Neue Galerie. We decided to walk down towards the park and get breakfast at Carnegie Diner & Cafe. It was huge (‘scuse me, youge). Mom got pancakes and I got scrambled eggs with toast, hash browns, fruit, and bacon. 

    Our hotel
    Looking down 7th Ave
    Carnegie Diner & Café

    After breakfast, we continued on to Central Park, where we walked by the horse-drawn carriages, The Lake, Oak Bridge, The Ramble, King Jagiello Monument, Turtle Pond, The Obelisk, Belvedere Castle, Delacorte Theater, the Shakespeare Garden, the Great Lawn, and the Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis Reservoir. There were, of course, many people enjoying the park on a Sunday morning. Some of them were part of a run to raise money for breast cancer. It was incredible how many people we would walk by, how much music we’d hear in one place and how quickly it would seem to dissipate as we turned a corner and skirted a lake. Parts of the park seemed so quiet while others seemed to thrum with noise.

    Horse-drawn carriage
    Central Park
    The Lake
    Central Park
    The Lake
    Central Park
    Azalea
    Central Park
    The Ramble
    Central Park
    Mommy at The Ramble
    Central Park
    House sparrow, The Ramble
    Central Park
    Interesting street lamp
    Central Park
    Courtesy: Elizabeth Strom
    The Central Park Turtle Pond
    Central Park
    Claire at the Central Park Turtle Pond
    Central Park
    Courtesy: Elizabeth Strom

    While we were walking toward The Obelisk, we saw a small crowd of people with binoculars and cameras. It turned out that there was a Grasshopper Sparrow in the grass! I did my best to get some amateur photos of it.

    Grasshopper sparrow
    Central Park
    The Obelisk
    Central Park
    Courtesy: Elizabeth Strom
    Belvedere Castle and turtles in Turtle Pond
    Central Park
    Romeo and Juliet, Delacorte Theater
    Central Park
    Rose, Shakespeare Garden
    Central Park
    Bridge No. 27
    Central Park
    Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis Reservoir
    Central Park
    Red-tailed hawk
    Central Park

    After about 2 ½ hours in the park we exited at the Engineers’ Gate so we could walk back down Museum Mile. The Cooper Hewitt was catty-corner to the Engineers’ Gate, and we went to the right and passed the Guggenheim. We didn’t go in the Guggenheim as we had originally planned because the spiral ramp and several other galleries were closed to change the installations. Instead, we kept walking to the Neue Galerie. Of course, when we got there, it turned out that most of its galleries were closed for the same reason, but the one gallery with Klimt’s Portrait of Adele Bloch-Bauer I, aka The Woman in Gold, was open. So we didn’t spend a ton of time there, but the building itself was beautiful and would definitely be worth a return visit when the rest of it is open.

    Museum Mile
    Neue Galerie
    Mommy at the Neue Galerie

    Since we still had a little over 2 hours before we had to be back at the hotel, we decided to continue down Museum Mile to The Met. Because, why not? If you don’t have a year to explore each gallery in detail, you might as well practically run through the whole thing.

    One of my favorite thing about museums is the surprise that comes when you turn a corner and are suddenly confronted with something you had no idea was in the collection. This trip that feeling was a bit reduced since I took a few minutes to do a quick Google search of some “Must See” pieces, like Washington Crossing the Delaware and Van Gogh’s Self Portrait in a Straw Hat. Even so, we still saw some pieces we hadn’t expected, like the Book of the Dead, a cute hippopotamus sculpture (based on all the merch in The Met Store, we weren’t the only ones who liked it), a Tall Clock, and multiple Picassos. We also saved some time to look at a special exhibit entitled “Hear Me Now: The Black Potters of Old Edgefield, South Carolina,” which showcased large stoneware pottery and face jugs among other works, made in the 19th Century by African American potters in rural South Carolina. 

    The Metropolitan Museum of Art
    Temple of Dendur
    The Metropolitan Museum of Art
    Garden landscape and fountain, Tiffany
    The Metropolitan Museum of Art
    Diana, Saint-Gaudens
    The Charles Engelhard Court
    The Metropolitan Museum of Art
    America Today mural, Benton
    The Metropolitan Museum of Art
    Cyrpresses, van Gogh
    The Metropolitan Museum of Art
    Parade de cirque, Seurat
    The Metropolitan Museum of Art
    Courtesy: Elizabeth Strom
    A Farm in Brittany, Gauguin
    The Metropolitan Museum of Art
    Courtesy: Elizabeth Strom
    Self-Portrait with a Straw Hat, van Gogh
    The Metropolitan Museum of Art
    Sunflowers, van Gogh
    The Metropolitan Museum of Art
    Courtesy: Elizabeth Strom
    Bridge over a Pond of Water Lilies, Monet
    The Metropolitan Museum of Art
    Haystacks (Effect of Snow and Sun), Monet
    The Metropolitan Museum of Art
    Washington Crossing the Delaware, Leutze
    The Metropolitan Museum of Art
    Face vessel
    Hear Me Now: The Black Potters of Old Edgefield, South Carolina
    The Metropolitan Museum of Art
    Courtesy: Elizabeth Strom
    Face vessels
    Hear Me Now: The Black Potters of Old Edgefield, South Carolina
    The Metropolitan Museum of Art
    Courtesy: Elizabeth Strom

    We left The Met a little after 3 and made our way back through Central Park to our hotel. On this jaunt, we passed some things we hadn’t earlier in the day, like the Loeb Boathouse, Bethesda Fountain and Terrace, and the Central Park Carousel. 

    The Lake
    Central Park
    Bethesda Fountain
    Central Park

    Back at the hotel, we got freshened up for dinner. We ate with a couple of family friends at Gallagher’s, which was just a few minutes’ walk from the hotel. Mom had a Caesar salad and Dover sole, while I had a filet mignon with a side of broccoli. No appetizer for Claire since dessert was also on offer! Mom was lucky that chocolate layer cake was so big, because otherwise she might not have gotten any.

    Claire at our dinner place, Gallagher’s

    We were back in the hotel just before 8, and we were pooped. We had enough energy to do a little repacking and watch “Celebrity Jeopardy” and “Celebrity Wheel of Fortune,” because we have our priorities straight. Then it was a fairly early night because we’d have to be up for our train.

  • Every Time I Say “New York, New York,” I Get Bernstein Stuck in My Head

    Day 1 – Saturday, October 15

    I spent Friday cleaning a lot before packing. I like to clean as much as I can before a trip because who wants to come home to a big pile of non-travel-related laundry or a crusty bathroom? Not me! But by dinnertime, most everything was done and I was able to finish the last couple of chores and take a shower before bed. Even though we’d have to leave before dawn even thought about having an ass crack, presuming that the train was on time, I wanted to get some sleep.

    My alarm woke me up at 3:15 and I checked the train status – on time. A miracle. So I got up, dressed, and put the last couple things in my backpack. Last December, Mom and I each brought a carry-on bag and shared a large suitcase. This time we decided to each bring a small suitcase that we could either check or put in a luggage rack, depending on the situation. I schlepped my stuff downstairs and found Mom putting away the dishes from the dishwasher. 

    The train, still on time, was scheduled to leave at 5:30 and it takes 20-30 minutes to get to the station. Ordering a Lyft that early in the morning always seems a bit risky just because you aren’t guaranteed to have someone driving in your area. Fortunately, we got a driver pretty quickly. At nearly 4 in the morning I was not up to making small talk, but Harvey was very nice and listened to his sports radio. I was a little surprised Mom didn’t make small talk with him, but again, it was 4 in the morning.

    We checked in at the station and decided to go ahead and check our bags through to NYC. Why not, said we. We actually didn’t have too long to wait. The train ended up getting in Charlotte about 10 minutes early and we were able to board shortly after 5. Martha, our sleeping car attendant, was very chipper in greeting us. I guess she’s used to these early mornings! We got settled into our roomette and she came to make sure we had everything we needed. 

    Our roomette
    Amtrak Station
    On the train
    Amtrak Station

    By the time the train got started, I was crashing pretty hard. Martha (it’s the day of meeting people with my grandparents’ names, apparently) came around and took our breakfast order. Mom and I both got the omelette and hot tea. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Amtrak does some really good food, even the readymade meals. Yum. After breakfast, I was able to get a longer nap, and I was very glad I’d brought my blanket. Methinks (methought?) it could come in handy this trip. 

    After I woke up, the sun was coming into our roomette somewhat brightly, so we adjusted the curtains so as not to be blinded. I could still see the beautiful Virginia foliage through the gap we left in the middle. I alternated reading and watching the scenery for a bit. 

    James River
    Lynchburg, VA
    On the train to NYC
    Virginia

    Just before 11, Martha came and took our lunch order (Chicken Ala Rosa for me and Salmon and Shrimp for Mommy). At this point we were almost in Charlottesville, so we were still running on time. In fact, we ended up running on time the whole trip, which rather surprised me after last December when it seemed we got 1-2 hours behind on every leg of the trip. Lunch was delivered to us about 12:40. It was huge, though fortunately we were prepared for that! Each one came with a small salad, roll, and dessert. 

    After lunch, we rolled into DC about 1:20 and had a 50-minute layover while they changed from a diesel to an electric engine. Mom went outside and realized that we were allowed to watch, so I put my shoes on and hurried out to see! It was very interesting to watch the new engine coming down the track and then slowly scooching forward as it neared the first car until it “pa-chunk”-ed into place. Then all the electrical lines had to be hooked up. And it was put on backwards to how I would have thought it would go, with the pointier bit and windshield facing the train cars and the flat bit facing the track.

    Changing the engine
    Union Station
    Changing the engine
    Union Station

    Once we got under way again, it was about time for another nap. We did our crossword, which was pretty hard and did not actually get done until Monday, and watched more scenery. The train went through Maryland, a little bit of Delaware, and the corner of Pennsylvania that contains Philadelphia. Then it was on to New Jersey, at which point we were just discharging passengers and spending about 2 minutes at each stop.

    On the train to NYC
    Maryland
    On the train to NYC
    New Jersey
    Raritan River
    New Brunswick, NJ

    We got into the Big Apple at 5:40 or so and made our way up to the Moynihan Train Hall. After spending all day on the train and eating so much, we asked at the Amtrak Metropolitan Lounge if we could leave our bags while we took a walk and come back for them. And even though our journey was over, since we’d had the roomette in the sleeper car, we were able to do that! So we put our bags in a couple of lockers and walked over to the Vessel.

    Moynihan Train Hall
    New York, NY

    The Vessel was closed (boo) but we were able to walk around the base. Then it was just a block to the High Line. We had enough time that we walked the length of it and back! It was a lovely walk, especially when contrasted to the medieval tournament that NYC sidewalks can become. There were many art installations and murals in amongst the plants and the architecture of the different buildings was so interesting. No food stalls were still open, but we really weren’t hungry! On the way back down the High Line, we got nice views of the Empire State Building and the Chrysler building.

    Walking to the High Line
    New York, NY
    The Vessel
    New York, NY
    The Vessel
    New York, NY
    On the High Line
    New York, NY
    On the High Line
    New York, NY
    On the High Line
    New York, NY
    On the High Line
    New York, NY
    On the High Line
    New York, NY
    Mommy on the High Line
    New York, NY

    Back at the train station, Mom got a yogurt parfait and I got a small panini in the Metropolitan Lounge before we grabbed our bags. There didn’t seem to be a great place to get a taxi and not many taxis in the area anyway, so we decided to schlep ourselves down to the hotel. It was about 20 blocks down and 2 blocks over. There were a couple of blocks where the traffic got particularly bad, so we were rather glad we’d decided to walk. We also ended up passing Gallagher’s, which is where a friend would be taking us to dinner on Sunday. And it was about 2 blocks from the hotel! 

    Walking to the hotel (we stayed at the New Yorker last time)
    New York, NY
    Walking to the hotel
    New York, NY

    Check in went smoothly and we made our way up to the room. The elevators blew my mind a little bit. They had touchscreens by the elevator lobby and you selected your floor. Then the screen told you which elevator to get on and it whisked you up to your floor! So fancy and high tech!

    We were pretty tired, so we both showered and got ready for bed without delay. The people next door were pretty loud, but quieted down by 11, so we both got a good night’s sleep.

  • Biltmore and Bust!

    June 25-26, 2022

    A few weeks ago, Mom and I decided that we’d better get ourselves up to Asheville if we didn’t want to miss the immersive Monet & Friends exhibit, which is due to leave on July 10. We’d been talking about going back to Biltmore for the past couple of years, since the last time we were there I had to drink apple juice during the complimentary wine tasting. So now seemed like the time to do it!

    We decided to drive up on Saturday, do all the Biltmore stuff, stay the night, and then go back to Charlotte on Sunday. I got up pretty early on Saturday, packed, and put breakfast together. Mom and I also packed a li’l picnic lunch for later. We got on the road a little after 7:30 and had a pleasant drive to Asheville.

    We rolled through the gates to Biltmore at about 10:30 and had to decide which way to go: the house and gardens, the village and winery, or the Monet exhibit area. Well, our tickets for the house wouldn’t let us in before 12:15 but our Monet tickets were for even later. And since we thought 10:30 might be a little early for our wine tasting, we decided to head for the house and explore the grounds and gardens before going inside.

    We started out in one parking lot where we could get a trolley to the house, but after talking to the nice woman at the guest services desk we decided to move to a parking lot closer to the house so that we could walk and carry our lunch to the grounds and then take the bag back to the car. She was a little doubtful if there would be enough room still in that lot, but we found an even better (read: shadier) spot there than in the first lot.

    Direction to the house, Parking Lot A

    We found our way to the grounds, which was a very easy walk, and decided to go ahead and eat on the lawn overlooking the house. There was a crew setting up some large tents for what we guessed was a wedding reception. We explored a bit up there, as there was a statue of Diana (the Huntress, not Princess Di) and a lovely view, looking down to the house.

    View of the house

    Statue of Diana and view of the house, Two goddesses

    We took the lunch bag back to the car and then made our way on a different walking path to the house. For 2022, Biltmore had put out different informational signs about the landscape architect, Frederick Law Olmsted, in honor of his 200th birthday. He’s also known for designing Central Park in NYC, so. There you go.

    Of course, we wanted to stop at the different signs and read about the various stages of planning and constructing the grounds around Biltmore. Frederick Law Olmsted, Biltmore owner George Vanderbilt II, and architect Richard Morris Hunt apparently all worked quite well together and exchanged many ideas about the entire estate. One of the things I found most interesting about the grounds was that when construction started, the land was basically fallow farmland. Frederick Law Olmsted had the idea of constructing the grounds to have a wild feeling that would then contrast and complement the French chateau-style house and manicured gardens. It does have a magnificent effect when you drive through several miles of huge trees, large bushes, and blooming flowers, listening to birds singing, and then through the secondary gates at the house itself.

    Biltmore House

    We wandered up the drive and around the front of the house, and by that time it was already 12:15, which was the earliest we could enter. We got in line (surprisingly short) and were ushered through the front door. Fun detail: the doorbells on either side of the door were in the shape of lion heads.

    Front façade, Marble lion, Grand Staircase (outside)

    Mom and I both like to take our time going through museums, exhibits, grand houses, etc. So, with the audio tour that was included in the entry ticket, it took us about 2 hours to go through the house. We both loved the library with its spiral staircase, the banquet hall (we heard the organ playing!), Edith Vanderbilt’s bedroom, the Halloween room with its painted walls depicting Russian folk tales, the swimming pool that can’t be filled anymore as it leaks into the sub-basement, and the kitchen (kitchen wing? It was a very large area).

    Winter Garden, View across Winter Garden roof up to Statue of Diana,
    View from the Loggia

    Edith Vanderbilt’s Bedroom, Tea set in the Tapestry Room, Library,
    Organ in the Banquet Hall

    Three paintings in the Halloween Room, Stone Hallway, Grand Staircase

    Storage Room, Main Kitchen, Servant’s Bedroom, Gymnasium, Indoor Pool

    After we left the house, it was a perfect time to get some ice cream. I had a Biltmore Crunch (I think?) that was vanilla ice cream with cookie dough bites swirled through it. It was big! And Mom had a scoop of Cappuchino Crunch. She thought it was yum!

    By the time I’d gotten my postcards (no collector’s spoons!) from the Carriage House Shop, we had a little time to check out the gardens before we had to head over to the Monet exhibit. We had just enough time to walk around the Library and South Terraces, as well as the Italian Garden. The koi ponds in the Italian Garden had displays of water lilies in honor of the Monet exhibit. In fact, George Vanderbilt II had been a collector of Impressionist works, including a couple of Monets that were on display in the Salon.

    Italian Garden, two views from the South Terrace

    Water lilies and koi in the Italian Garden

    Fountain, Statue in the Italian Garden

    We drove the couple of miles (!) to Deerpark, which is a small complex of buildings, comprising a restaurant, the Amherst event center, and the Carriage & Trail Ride Barns. We found a shady spot and walked over to Amherst, where the Monet & Friends exhibit was taking place. We got there about 4:15 and were let straight in. The exhibit itself was divided into two parts: one area where you could read many informational panels on the artists featured, the history of the Impressionist movement, and some of the contextual events of the time. Of course, we started there!

    The other part of the exhibit was the multi-sensory experience. It was very similar to the Immersive Van Gogh exhibit, in that there were myriad projectors set up around a large room, with some screens set up in the middle of the room and on the floor, with benches scattered throughout and facing in different directions. Monet & Friends also used music to complement the art, though it was more classical music whereas Immersive Van Gogh had also used one or two more contemporary pieces.

    Monet & Friends used scent to drive the immersive experience as well. It was supposed to be a mix of lemon, pine, musk, and other layers of scent meant to evoke the experience of en plein air. It was wonderful to have that added layer of sensory immersion. The video exhibit was divided into three parts or themes in order to kind of organize the presentation, and each part included art from a variety of Impressionist artists, as well as quotes and other media relating to that theme. We sat through about one and a half full runs of the whole thing, and would have stayed longer (we moved seats a couple of times) except someone came through to say that they were closing in 15 minutes! And we still had to go to the gift shop!

    Mommy and Water Lilies

    New poncho and more postcards in hand, we left Amherst and Deerpark to drive another couple of miles (!) to Antler Hill Village, where we planned on getting dinner after our wine tasting. On the way, we saw some wild turkeys and wild turkey chicks! Aw!

    We got to Antler Hill Village with plenty of time to spare before our 6:30 wine tasting. So, we walked down to see some goats, walked through the village, and found the Winery. The Winery is located in the old dairy barn (more like dairy complex), and you get there by walking through an old stone hallway. I had to stop and read all of the informational plaques along the way. We got up to the Winery and checked in for our wine tasting. We had to wait a few minutes for a wine host to be ready for us, but it was worth it!

    Mom and I each decided to try two whites, the rosé, and two reds for our tasting. We both agreed that the Gewürztraminer and Cabernet Franc were our favorites. It had been forever since we’d had Gewürztraminer and it was great to be able to try some again.

    We left the Winery and wandered around Antler Hill Village some more, looking for a good place for dinner. We decided on the Bistro since they had a nice outdoor eating area and it was such a pleasant evening. When we were planning this trip, the weather had been predicted to be rainy for a good bit of the day, but we were very lucky! It must have gone around us.

    Pergola to the Winery, Hydrangeas outside the Winery,
    Drive outside the Winery

    It would be a little while before they could seat us on the patio, so we wandered over to a nice, quiet area by the Winery drive and just relaxed. We got our text notice that our table was ready just about when they had said we would, so we walked the 50 yards back to the restaurant and were seated pretty quickly. It was wonderful to be able to enjoy our dinner outside. Mom had a delicious trout dish and I had a blackened half chicken with veggies. (Was it a bit too much? Yes. Was it worth it? YES.)

    After dinner, we walked around the Winery area a little bit more, over to the clock tower, and peered through the window to the vat/bottling area. It was HUGE! But we still wanted to visit the farmyard area on the other side of the village, so we walked down there. We saw more goats, an interesting display of vintage farm equipment, and lots of fireflies! By that time it was after 9, so we figured it was about time to head to the hotel.

    Winery and Clock Tower

    As we were beginning to drive out of the parking lot, the car suddenly flashed a couple of errors, one that there was a braking system failure and the other that there was a transmission system failure. Of course, we were both a bit freaked out about this, not least because it was dark out and we were still on the estate, so we weren’t sure of what recourse we would have. Fortunately, the car was driving perfectly fine. No issues with the engine that we could tell, no problems braking, etc. So, we decided to go ahead and drive to our hotel, since it was about a five minutes away.

    We white-knuckled it to the hotel and checked in. Once we got up to the room, Mom started calling the several numbers we had for different roadside assistance, etc. Of course, it being a Saturday night, no one was answering. While she did that, I started Googling. After some false starts, I found several forum posts from people with similar experiences and the most common issue seemed to be a failing cell in the 12v battery, which would prompt multiple errors to flash.

    Our original plan had been to spend Sunday driving up the Blue Ridge Parkway to Mount Mitchell and Linville Caverns before heading back to Charlotte. Well, Mom and I were still very concerned over the state of the car, so we ditched that plan. After breakfast, Mom called the extended warranty number (“Hi! We’ve been trying to reach you about our car’s extended warranty.”) and arranged for the car to be towed to a Meineke that was open on Sundays. We checked out of the hotel and waited for the tow truck. And waited. And waited. And waited some more.

    The tow truck finally showed up about two hours after Mom had initially called. He got the car loaded up and drove us to the Meineke. Which was, in fact, closed. Luckily, there was a Firestone just down the road that was open, and the tow truck driver was willing to take us there. We explained the issue to the guys at the Firestone, and they explained that if it was a transmission issue they wouldn’t be able to help. We waited a bit longer, and one of the mechanics went out to look at the car. And…(drumroll, please!)…nothing. No errors, no history of errors, no nothin’. He drove it around the block, and it was fine. So, of course, he couldn’t tell us anything other than that it seemed to be perfectly safe to drive and we should be alright. (I’ll add: this aligned with my Google results exactly. Which certainly bolstered my confidence that any issue was relatively minor.)

    By this time it was about 1 PM, and Mom was still concerned over the drive back to Charlotte. We decided to go ahead and just take the most direct route home. The car drove fine, thankfully! Though Mom still wants to have Honda give it a thorough check-up.

    We ended up back at home by about 2:45 on Sunday, and spent the rest of the day lounging around the house!