Notable stops: National Baseball Hall of Fame, Cooperstown, N.Y.; Cape Cod, New Bedford, Mass.
Ending location: New Bedford, Mass.
Miles driven: 308
Time spent in vehicle: 5.5 hours
States driven through: 3 (New York, Rhode Island, Massachusetts)
CDs listened to: 4
Game result: The only day of our trip with no baseball game.
History Watch: Today was a day built around baseball history.
Food Value of the Day: Its hard to beat free New England lobster any day. We're staying with Colin's aunt and uncle in New Bedford, Mass., still the largest seafood distribution point in America. Colin's uncle, David Gilbertson, works in the industry, and gave us a tour of the cape.
Boats in this harbor mainly catch scallops and lobster, and they weren't going to let us leave without sampling the local fare.
Mr. California was a little tentative handling this alien-like creature.
David gave us a great lesson in cooking lobster. Don't worry, their nervous system is very underdeveloped, he said, so they don't feel anything when you put them into boiling water alive.
As they get done, they start to turn red. Here, they're just about there.
Now, this guy is really done. He should stay out of the tanning booth, or at least use some sunscreen or something.
A mountain of deliciousness.
David also has an amazing entertainment room. An awesome sound system complete with record players and shelves full of great LPs, a projection screen for viewing movies and concert DVDs and even a drum set so you can play along with the music.
Forget Rock Band, I'm ready for the real thing.
Stories and photos from the Hall of Fame will be posted eventually, but probably not until Sunday night. We're headed to a game at Fenway Park on Saturday afternoon, then driving to Toronto overnight to catch the matinée at the Rogers Centre. Go Cards.
2 comments:
Guys,
Thanks for keeping us updated on your trip. You might as well keep us informed while putting off the reality of job hunting (at least for Colin).
One thing: Haven't seen the 12 days of baseball signs the last couple on stadiums. If they got ruined - you definitely need to make new ones. Remember the girls at the first stadium that were intrigued.
Indeed, our sign was virtually destroyed by the monsoon that hit Nationals Stadium. I salvaged most of it, and we wanted to keep using it, until it rained in Philly, too.
It's still in the back of my car, but we've given up on it for now (taking it through subways in New York and Boston could have been rough).
So sadly, my fine piece of artwork will live on in the memories of our first three stops. Guess I'll have to find something else to be my chick magnet now.
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