Atlantic or Bust

As I write this from a small pub in Ithaca it seems like ages ago that Tiernan and I took our first excursion into the exotic East. Like most areas on the east coast it was filled with small towns and history. We started by weaving through the honky Bostonians to find our way on the 1 headed North towards a town known for witches. No, not the place of fiction, Salem, MA. Seemed like a nice place, should spend some more time visiting at some point.

From here Tiernan and I headed just a bit north to Beverly. It seems that some public roads are not meant for cars. They just go into the ocean. Good thing I don't follow "Maps" blindly.

Reverse and head more North. We ended up at a beautiful little town of Rockport, MA. From here I could here Tiernan's stomach grumbling but it was still a little bit before lunch, especially since my truck clock was off due to daylight, whoops. Against the warning signs I took my soon to be 6 year old out on the rock jetty.

From here the Rockport town Harbour can be gazed upon. Wish I was fishing too. But the Captain insists I must tend to lunch.  Our first East coast proper lobster roll.