Now we were in Kennedy territory. The place was nice!

Complete with indoor and outdoor heated pools. The is actually an indoor wave-making pool and water slide (to the right). Yippee!

I was looking forward to visiting Nantucket, an island 30 miles south of Cape Cod, after a friend at work lent me "In the Heart of the Sea", the tragic story of the Essex whaleship and the inspiration of the famous book, Moby Dick.  So we took the ferry  and spent a full day on the Nantucket island. This is leaving Cape Cod harbor.

Approaching Nantucket, a relatively flat island about 15 miles wide and only 3 miles from N to S.

We spent the first four hours on Nantucket riding this beast to the Sankaty Head Lighthouse.

The guy who rented this to us said it perfectly: "It's like that shot of Tequilla just before the bar closes; it sounds like a good idea at the time". Now I know it is MUCH more fun riding a bike by yourself, and I was in the front. June didn't have it as easy as I did. The only redeeming quality was that we could complain to each other while we rode.

I could fill the page with text regarding the subtle issues of two people riding the same bike, but you really have to try it once to appreciate how different the experience is from being on two singles.

The historic Sankaty Lighthouse from the golf course.

Main street in Nantucket.

Riding a bike on this is NOT fun!

The rest of our time there was spent taking a self-guided walking tour through the historical homes. This fellow Coffin and his relatives owned most of them.

Another old street with old homes. The small harbor / downtown area was very, touristy, crowded and nice. We had a delicious meal (more Clam Chowder), then took the ferry back to Cape Cod. A great day!!

We spent the next day cleaning up a mess that I made with the rental cal, then we headed back to Boston. We got there with an hour or so to waste, so we visited a couple of old buildings downtown.

This is Faneuil Hall with a statue of the guy who makes that delicious beer.

Here is the Old State House, tiny by today's standards. That was about it for Boston, so we went back to the downtown parking garage, which I just pulled into because parking there was like San Francisco. Except for one little thing: when I pulled up to pay (after just over an hour), the attendant said "$24 please". All I could do was laugh and pay. But not until after I bitched at the young lady as though she set the prices.

At the airport we enjoyed more OUTSTANDING clam chowder at Legal Sea Foods, then had a rather nice flight home watching the Giants beat up Cincinnati.