We hit the highway on Tuesday after Dan graciously agreed to watch the pets and hold down the homefront. We had taken Sunday through Tuesday to recover from the wedding and get things in order for our trip. It was nice to spend time with family and friends after the wedding and soak it all in. People asked if things are different after you are married; gladly we can share in this special covenant, because marriage changes everything for the good. Thank you to everyone that shared themselves with us and helped us in our wedding.
Onto the road! We returned one of the kegs on our way out of Maine, plugged in the AC inverter and hit the great trail like a trucker at 7PM. It was, with good fortune, a quiet ride to Lowell. Swan talked us into the city from 495, because we had been to her flat only once prior -- after a Blues Traveler show. The only complaint lodged against her neighborhood is a common one in the land of the Boston driver, they park on (literally ON) the curb facing against traffic. This led to a brief moment of panic as we concluded that we'd been travelling the wrong way on a one-way street. Swan assuaged our fears and we parked in front of the great apartment building.
