Boston, Massachusetts

I grew up within a three-hour drive of Boston until the age of 15 but only managed to visit the area a handful of times. So it is not surprising that my memories of the town are generally inaccurate. I have been hoping to visit the town again for sometime and correct my assumptions.

During our visit, we spent time wandering the streets of South Boston, Beacon Hill, and Cambridge and tested the environment against the schemas built up in our heads. Movies, stories, and brief childhood visits really do not do the town justice, but they never do.

The richest experiences of visiting a town with such character is meeting and talking to people that make the city what it is. From the staff at the club, to the guys we bought pizza from, to the other bands sharing the bill, Bostonians are a special breed.

The 13th of October also marks our fourth week on the road and our first sighting of the Atlantic Ocean. In many ways reaching Boston is the apex of the trip and from here on out we will be over the hump and gradually heading back west.