That Time We Ate Haddock And Were Happy To Have It
That Time We Bought An Actual Paper Atlas
That Time We Accidentally Wound Up In The Bronx
That Time We Forgot To Pack Coats
As official photographers for D&D Productions, we are so fortunate to work with 6 of the most professionally run states for the Miss USA pageant. Debbie and Cindy are class acts. No big surprise that when they planned a "boot camp" to help prep their state contestants for the national stage, it was a first class experience for the girls. They planned a weekend FULL of pageant preparations at the Rhode Island Convention Center. We took spectacular photos, got to know the titleholders, and even got to accompany them to a hockey game (where they had the most AMAZING private box)!
Now, we're from the Midwest. So Rhode Island isn't exactly a quick drive. Flying was out of the question. We simply had too much gear for it to be feasible. So, we packed our SUV and headed east. We soon found that the GPS really, really wants you to drive through NYC. I don't think it cared what our destination was. All roads lead to the city. We rerouted. Many times. It had a mind of it's own. So there we were. Middle of the Bronx, in an SUV so full that we couldn't see out the back window. If you've ever driven through NYC in the middle of rush hour, bless you. I don't think there is enough wine to black out the experience.
We found Rhode Island. Had a great time. Got ready to pack up and head west when we got the news of a massive storm hitting our area. No time to get home since we couldn't head straight west due to the snow. We couldn't head south because they were experiencing a freak ice storm. If we stayed put, we were going to be sitting in two feet of snow. That only left one direction. North. Way north.
We had nothing but time. We got in the car, found a Barnes and Noble, and sat down in the Starbucks with the first atlas of the U.S. that we had actually held in our hands in over a decade. I wasn't for sure they even still made them. No way were we trusting that GPS. It sadistically took us right into NYC no matter what destination we plugged in. It's like there was no escape.
So we kicked it old school with the map. Where did we want to go? They were expecting snow up through Ohio. Then we got the bright idea: Maine.
Maine is cool. We had always wanted to see Bar Harbor. And there's lobster! Yes! Plot the course, and head that wagon north!
We were maybe 5 hours into the trip when we realized that Maine has a lobster "season." Huh?? Everything closes in the winter? Double huh?? They can't just close a whole town, right?
Those Maine folk are serious about their lobster. If it's not in season, you don't serve it. At all, no exceptions. We begged. I mean, really? You don't have a frozen one or two in the kitchen somewhere? We won't know the difference. We're from Missouri! No go. They had haddock. Haddock chowder.
We found a hotel that was open, thankfully! Everyone kept asking "why" we were there. We didn't question the decision: It was beautiful. Maine is gorgeous in the fall, no doubt. But the snowy landscape was absolutely breathtaking. We get snow, sure. But it sure looked more magical there. We drove around the harbors, though the would-be busy streets had it been tourist season. We felt like it was there just for us. We loved every minute. We would have loved it more with lobster, but I'm trying not to dwell on it.
On the way home, we stopped at Niagra Falls. Well, it WAS, kind of our honeymoon, having only been married a few weeks! Why not go to the quintessential honeymoon destination? We got to see the falls completely frozen over. Something a lot of people will not witness in their lifetime.
P.S. I forgot about the pit stop to a mall. Neither of us brought coats. We didn't think there was room in the car, so we left them behind. Genius.
So, you won't see many selfies from us. We aren't selfie kind of people. But a Beware of Moose sign really screamed out for a roadside shot. No, we didn't see any moose. They were as elusive as a winter lobster.
Adam looks worried. Or maybe he was just hungry for lobster.