When we left our previous story, we had just got to a very wet campground and George had a repair he needed to do. We found an RV Parts store in the AM and were looking for a single piece to fix the sewer outlet. Thankfully, they had a complete set of piping that would make the repair much easier. The actual fix took about 30 minutes. We then headed to Boston with our tour guides, George and Marcia.

We drove into Boston, looking around, figuring out what to do. We had lunch at a location close to one of George’s old living places. We detoured across the river through Harvard and ended up at MIT. My father went to MIT on a full scholarship out of high school. He was interrupted by WWII but did finish when he came back. Alas, I am adopted so I did not get those genes. However, I wanted to go by there in deference to him. George and I, in front of the MIT dome, below. MIT has a history of pranks that students have done in the past, including many including the dome, read about them here.

After we fought the one-way streets we ended up going by Bunker Hill.

We had arranged a dinner with George’s roommate (when he lived there) and a friend they know from home that is currently in Boston. The restaurant happened to be close to the Boston Celtics stadium with a pre-season game that evening. We endeavored to find a place to park our truck (22′ worth) somewhere and we were able to find a parking lot that could take us. We had a nice dinner and took some pictures afterward.

Our last day in Boston started with taking public transportation into the city.

We decided to do a touristy thing and booked a walking tour led by someone in an early-period costume. We started at the Boston Common and ended up down near the harbor. Some of the sights we saw:

George’s roommate came through for us in a big way. He picked us up at the harbor and drove us to Old Ironsides.

He then proceeded to drive us to where he lives now and we had dinner with him and his wife. After dinner, we went by his house to visit a bit and he proceeded to drive us back to the train station as another HUGE favor.

The next day, was a travel day, down to the Cape. We got a shot of George and Marcia leaving Wompatuck.