Our honeymoon began with a slightly delayed flight and a mechanic fixing something that "needed to be taken care of" but was never disclosed. We flew around a giant thunderstorm that looked incredible from our altitude. Sunset turned all of the clouds various shades of red, and at twilight it looked like we were sailing on a misty lake. The descent into Boston at night was one of the most peaceful things I've ever experienced. Lone cars winding down 2 lane roads, amber street lights twinkling like fireflies, Fenway glowing in bright white light.
Apparently the captain was in a hurry, because I swear we landed nose-first. He slammed on the brakes, threw the engines in reverse, and finally got the commuter jet to stop at what felt like the end of the runway.
The Boston airport was empty, and we watched multiple empty Alamo Rental Car buses circle while we waited for our bags. Of course, once we got our bags, there were no buses for about 30 minutes. We got our Chevy HHR (not at all what we expected, but it's roomy and handles the tight tunnel turns of Boston like a go cart). GPS didn't do so well at getting us out of Boston, and impatient drivers were whizzing around us to make it that much more stressful. It felt like we went around in circles, and after $10 in various toll payments, we finally found I-95 and headed north.
New England interstates at 1 am are quite possibly the most boring roads on earth. Gas stations and restaurants are quarantined to plazas and only come around every 20 or so miles. This allows them to get away with charging $4.23 for gas. It’s right around $4.00 everywhere else. Ridiculously high, but that's the way this year is going.
We finally winded our way through the mountains to the Sunday River Resort, finding the hotel at about 2:30. I parked the car next to the only other guy who had to use the overflow lot down the hill from the hotel. We stumbled into the room and were finally able to rest. MUST GET MASSAGES TOMORROW! It will be our lazy day.
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