Most people will tell you that you’d be crazy to visit Boston in the winter; the New England weather may be notoriously changeable but the one constant at this time of year is the cold. Having experienced it myself, I can’t disagree with those people but hey, we should all be a little crazy sometimes right? Boston winters may not be as beautiful as the springs or autumns, but there’s a certain elegance to the snow covered streets glistening in the sunlight and those cloudless bright blue skies. Not to mention the fact that you can follow that red brick road all the way round without having to push past the hoards of Freedom Trailers!
By the time we arrived in Boston we were suffering from a bit of diner’s fatigue- it was nearing the end of our epic trip and we had wolfed down some seriously good food, but the downside of that is it makes you really miffed at the seriously average food. So we wondered, would Boston be in the awesome or average category?
What do I remember most about Washington DC? You might think it was peering through the gates at the White House or squinting against the sun to take in the Washington Monument… you’d be wrong, it was the cold. Oh-so-cold. Traipsing through inches of thick snow in some places, taking measured steps in other stretches to avoid slipping on the ice, there were many, many moments where I was wondering why we were outside and not just huddling by a fire somewhere sipping mulled wine.
Layered up in every thermal I packed, wrapped up in the scarf, beanie, and gloves I honestly felt like an arctic explorer heading towards the north pole when in actual fact we were trekking along the National Mall towards the Lincoln Memorial. About halfway, I almost had enough but I am glad we kept going- not many tourists can say they have looked out across the Mall and not seen anyone. Lincoln was overwhelming, though I could have also been silenced by the fact I was half frozen. I would have taken some snaps but my iPhone had given up by then…
We almost didn’t make it to Philadelphia because honestly, we didn’t know much about it. I like a smear of Philadelphia on my bagel and the sweet chilli philly is genius, but that’s hardly a good reason to visit is it? Luckily, as we found out, there are quite a few other reasons especially for those history buffs out there.
Leaving New Orleans, the first leg of our adventure was almost over… in the next couple of days all we had to do was a load of laundry, some Christmas shopping, and get to Dallas for our flight to Mexico City! With some time up our sleeves, we decided to stop into Jackson; it was on the way and there’s a Johnny Cash song about it- must be good. So with Johnny singing away in the background we rolled into town… only to find what felt like a scene out of those end-of-the-world apocalypse movies.
Some grand old buildings, a couple of pretty green spaces, and a handful of parked cars but where were the people?! We walked around for about half an hour hoping to stumble upon some life, with very little success. Turns out, downtown Jackson has been in decline for some time, though from some googling and the local rag, it seems the good folks of the town are trying to turn that around. Good luck to them- they’ll need it.
If you’ve been paying attention, you’ll realise by now that we’re not really ones to rush… so we decided to break up the Houston-New Orleans drive by making a stop in Lafayette LA, the heart of the cajun country. If we had come in summer we would have probably stopped into the Acadian Village for a glimpse of bayou life, definitely sampled the crawfish in various delicious forms, and strolled through the Cypress Island Reserve to check out the birds and crocodiles. But it was winter and all that went out the window- on the agenda was dinner at Pamplona Tapas Bar, and a trip to the Tabasco Factory.
We all know that at some point, all good things must come to an end… for us the endless road trip eye candy was replaced by miles and miles of just fields around the time we crossed the border into New Mexico. I can see why the aliens put those crop circles there… something is better than nothing. So we put the music up, set the cruise control and kept driving, but unfortunately a little too fast according to Officer Tyson who pinged us for speeding as we finally made it into Texas!
A couple of months ago I saw this article about Google or Apple developing new glasses which take photos. Exactly how they work- no idea, with blinks perhaps? Anyway, I didn’t read the article… kinda dismissed it as another fad gadget for tech enthusiasts or, dare I say it, perverts?! Well, now I change my mind- I want a pair. I’d probably manage to capture more of the quirky towns, snow capped forests, those seemingly endless deserts and post the photos quicker. It would have been particularly useful in this stretch of our road trip…