I write this post on Christmas Day, 2014 - a most eventful year. As I entered the year, I knew something special was probably on the horizon since 14 IS my favorite number, and has popped up throughout my life. This did turn out to be true on one important and frustrating point - my love life.
Since my ex-wife left me in July of 2004, I have been on nothing short of a dating odyssey. Thanks to the internet, it's quite easy to find someone to date - the trick in my case was was to keep them around longer than half-a-year. I had several girlfriends in this time, and a very few I seriously thought would be "the one." God certainly had other plans, and made sure I was prepared when the right lady did come along.
My first date with Kenna Hassellof took place on December 20, 2013. We met at Theo's in Highland, had a great dinner, then visited Beer Geeks for a nightcap. We hugged, parted ways, and really didn't connect again until after the New Year's. Always a tricky thing to start dating around Christmas. Shortly after as 2014 begun, we began dating regularly, and by the end of January, if not earlier, we were an item.
The year rolled along very well. Had a great Valentine's Day/birthday celebration in Chicago for her, dressed up for a couple of nice events, including the wedding of my cousin Colleen in April. Then I joined Omni fitness with her, and started my first vegetable garden at my house. We took part in Bike the Drive, and then began taking biking trips throughout the summer and fall to various locations.
Along with our burgeoning social schedule, Kenna was working to help launch a new Faith Church location in Schererville. She already belonged to the Hammond one, and transitioned over when the opportunity arose over the summer. I slowly kicked in, and eventually left my long-time church Bethel in Crown Point, and joined Kenna on the transitional leadership team. It has been a fantastic time getting to know the people who call this church their home, and most especially Pastor Brett Dood who has also become a good friend.
During the first part of the year, I had the fortune of getting to know Kenna's dad, Don. We got together on many occasions, which was easy at first since they lived together. Eventually Don moved out to his own apartment in Merrillville where he was doing well on his own for the first time since his wife died a few years back. Sadly in July, Don died in his apartment, and Kenna found him a few days later. I was honored to help Kenna plan for the memorial service a month later, and looking back am very blessed to have known Don for the short time I had.
As the year rolled on, so did many more great moments. From bike rides, to nights out, to times on the couch watching Breaking Bad, we began to bond on a very deep level. On my birthday, Kenna planned out the entire day, which demonstrated her thoughtfulness and true love for me. It was at this time I began planning the next step for us.
My goal has always been remarriage. I didn't have a very good first go of it, and greatly desired another chance to make things right. I wanted to share my love and devotion to a woman who would really appreciate it, and reciprocate these feelings as well. As I dated, I always thought one year would be a great barometer of moving forward with someone. Rapidly, my one year with Kenna was approaching...so the decision was clear.
I spoke with my sister first about my plans to propose to Kenna in early November. I said I would have a few other mutual friends from church help out, and soon I put them all in touch. They worked on ideas for the event, and all along kept quiet. The plan was set to propose on our one-year dating anniversary of December 20th. While they worked on the logistics, I did my part with getting the ring ready. Thankfully I had an idea of what Kenna liked in a design, and matched that with the rock from my grandmother Renee's ring. It made for a perfect fit, and I picked it up from my jeweler, Brad Belush, with only two days to spare.
As the day approached, so did the jitters. The plan however laid out well, and everyone was ready to go. On the day before, I did show off the ring to some co-workers with the expected "ooos and ahhs." All was ready to go the day of, which involved helping first to set up the church for Sunday services. Thankfully Kenna didn't take part, which gave me some extra time to talk to those who were helping, and to show off the ring to them.
The big night began with my picking up Kenna at 6:45pm. I got here a dozen roses so I entered the house to get them in a vase. We exchanged cards, then she gave me an amazing gift of a heart-shaped collage of memorable events from our first year together. This nearly floored me - it was so well done. We were then ready to leave for Theo's to celebrate our first year together.
When we arrived we were seated and promptly ordered the best stuff we could think of. I had myself a juicy Kansas City strip steak, and Kenna went with the filet mignon. We were in meat heaven! Now the plan was to drive to a gazebo on the Erie-Lackawanna Trail in downtown Highland where my sister and friends were decorating. I would propose to Kenna in that gazebo, so I was checking my phone for any texts on their progress. About 8pm Karen toke me they had finished decorating and were now waiting. I didn't want to rush our meal, so about 8:30 we finished and left.
Now what I told Kenna was that we would go back to Beer Geeks like last year, and as I left Theo's she told me where it was. Unfortunately it was the wrong direction from the gazebo, so I had to think quick and let her know that I wanted to see the Christmas lights in downtown Highland. Thankfully Kenna agreed and we proceeded to the proposal location.
Upon arriving I noticed the gazebo with lights ringing it and told Kenna that I thought that was neat and that I'd like to visit. Kenna agreed, so we parked and began walking to it. I knew in the distance Karen, Jerry, Sam, Bobby, Sarah and others were watching and waiting. When we walked in, we saw that there were candles on the bench inside, with flowers and music too. There were also rose petals and cut-out hearts on the ground leading in.
Kenna became very curious at all of this, which at that moment I turned to her, held her hands and said the following:
"Kenna...I have had such an amazing year being with you. I look back and think of all the great times we shared together - the many bike rides we have taken, the long walks together with Sydney, growing a garden, joining a gym with you, and having the opportunity to get to know your dad before he left us. Of course I am most happy knowing you love Christ, and that we serve as leaders at Faith.
I have learned to know your innermost self - and I have fallen in love with that woman. You are generous, thoughtful, intelligent, and so very sexy. I am so blessed to have you in my life. This year has been a turning point for me, and I truly feel my second act is now beginning. And that said, this act would not be complete without you by my side."
At this moment, I went down to one knee with the ring box, opened it and said, "Kenna, will you marry me?" She immediately said "I will" and I hugged her and then fit the ring on her finger. She was quite surprised and laughing a bit. I then signaled everyone nearby that she accepted and within seconds I see my son running up to us with a camcorder in hand. Right after we hear all of our friends and family cheering from across the street where they were hiding. They raced up to Kenna and hugger her. I was shaking hands and hugging everyone as well - with both my sister and Sam crying as they did.
A few of them stayed behind to clean up the gazebo, and then we proceeded to Buffalo Wild Wings in Scherervlle (scene of our first kiss in their parking lot) for a post-proposal gathering. We arrived and came across about a dozen more of our friends who screamed and hugged Kenna. From there we spent the rest of the night reliving the moment over and over, and also gazing at the beautiful ring now adorning Kenna's right hand.
As I said in my speech to Kenna before proposing, I really feel my second act is now underway. Kenna and I are now talking about our wedding date, which may be in October of next year. It is an amazing feeling to have found such a special woman whom I can experience life with. I am as happy and as hopeful as I have ever been, and I am looking forward to a fantastic second half of life with an opportunity to truly finish strong!
Thursday, December 25, 2014
Wicked Extreme New England Expedition 2014: The Last Days
(Okay, I realize I'm finishing this trip on CHRISTMAS DAY! Give me a break...I was busy! That said I'll do my best to remember...)
Tuesday, August 5th
Before we left Erie, we decided to drive through their downtown for a spell before moving on. Not much to see, so we headed out for our next visit to the Cleveland area, and specifically to meet with my career mentor Rory Robinson of the National Park Service. We made good time and arrived to meet Rory about at his office in the Cuyahoga National Park between Akron and Cleveland. We enjoyed a great lunch at a local restaurant, and then walked a bit of the Towpath Trail nearby. This path runs along the old Erie Canal, and in this certain location was a restored lock. It was misting at the time so we didn't stay long, bid Rory adieu after visiting his office, and headed south to Akron.
Maybe I was just a bit giddy about LeBron James returning to the Cavs, but I really wanted to check out his hometown. Nothing much to write about, but we did stumble across the old Rubber Bowl, which is on the ridge of a huge valley which includes an airfield, blimp barn and soapbox derby arena. Looked even stranger. The Rubber Bowl is the old stadium where the Akron Zips played their football games, and now it's in ruins. Should be torn down, although it is in a great location. Shame.
From Akron we headed up to Cleveland for an unimpressive tour of the downtown. Sam was not happy about it, and I wasn't either. Nothing of real value for being a major downtown area - save for the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame...which looked vacant. We quickly headed out of town, and rode up to our final stop in Port Huron, MI where I was to give the keynote address at a conference the next day.
Wednesday, August 6th
Very interesting situation where I was booked to make this speech, and planned our trip right up against it. Oops. Meant I had to lug a set of nice clothes throughout the entire trip - moving it gingerly at every stop. It did work out and only my shirt needed some ironing. Anyhow the speech was great, and Sam actually caught a bit of it - while taking a jillion pictures.
After the speech we took a little tour of Port Huron under the massive bridge that connects to Canada across the river. We then rode north a bit to a local county park so Sam could dip his toes into Lake Huron. He dried up and we headed clear across the state back home, but stopping for a short time in Douglas, MI on the west coast. There we made our way down to a small public beach surrounded by homes and trees. We took some final photos, and then proceeded back to Crown Point...and with that 2,400 miles of priceless memories ;)
Tuesday, August 5th
Before we left Erie, we decided to drive through their downtown for a spell before moving on. Not much to see, so we headed out for our next visit to the Cleveland area, and specifically to meet with my career mentor Rory Robinson of the National Park Service. We made good time and arrived to meet Rory about at his office in the Cuyahoga National Park between Akron and Cleveland. We enjoyed a great lunch at a local restaurant, and then walked a bit of the Towpath Trail nearby. This path runs along the old Erie Canal, and in this certain location was a restored lock. It was misting at the time so we didn't stay long, bid Rory adieu after visiting his office, and headed south to Akron.
Maybe I was just a bit giddy about LeBron James returning to the Cavs, but I really wanted to check out his hometown. Nothing much to write about, but we did stumble across the old Rubber Bowl, which is on the ridge of a huge valley which includes an airfield, blimp barn and soapbox derby arena. Looked even stranger. The Rubber Bowl is the old stadium where the Akron Zips played their football games, and now it's in ruins. Should be torn down, although it is in a great location. Shame.
From Akron we headed up to Cleveland for an unimpressive tour of the downtown. Sam was not happy about it, and I wasn't either. Nothing of real value for being a major downtown area - save for the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame...which looked vacant. We quickly headed out of town, and rode up to our final stop in Port Huron, MI where I was to give the keynote address at a conference the next day.
Wednesday, August 6th
Very interesting situation where I was booked to make this speech, and planned our trip right up against it. Oops. Meant I had to lug a set of nice clothes throughout the entire trip - moving it gingerly at every stop. It did work out and only my shirt needed some ironing. Anyhow the speech was great, and Sam actually caught a bit of it - while taking a jillion pictures.
After the speech we took a little tour of Port Huron under the massive bridge that connects to Canada across the river. We then rode north a bit to a local county park so Sam could dip his toes into Lake Huron. He dried up and we headed clear across the state back home, but stopping for a short time in Douglas, MI on the west coast. There we made our way down to a small public beach surrounded by homes and trees. We took some final photos, and then proceeded back to Crown Point...and with that 2,400 miles of priceless memories ;)
Thursday, August 7, 2014
Wicked Extreme New England Expedition 2014: Days 7, 8, 9, & 10
Friday, August 1st
Decided to take it easy this morning with a late start, but soon enough off we went for a bit of local sightseeing. We traveled around New Britain and visited a well-manicured park on top of hill. In the center of the park there was a large monument dedicated to veterans of WWI, and surrounded by gardens and a fountain. Great views of the surrounding area as well. Sam wasn't impressed, so away we went to our next stop.
Interestingly I wanted to visit Bristol, home of ESPN, but instead opted to head to the Atlantic Ocean coast in Connecticut, along the city of New Haven. On the way to the coast we took a nice tour of Yale University, chalking up another Ivy League school on our trip. It was gorgeous - with historic buildings and homes everywhere you looked. We walked through most of the campus, and then realized we were running late.
We headed to a beach in New Haven proper, but it was packed on the roads in, so we diverted a bit west to West Haven and Bradley Point Park. This was a fantastic experience with rock outcroppings that we climbed about on, and sand bars that continuously grew due to the low tide occurring. So much so that Sam eventually walked a sand causeway to a nearby rock island and blew his horn in triumph. Of note was Sam finding a Samsung S4 phone stuck in the sand.
Since we were enjoying ourselves so much, we simply took our time and finally left to New Britain for the next game. Arrived in the 6th inning, and Sam promptly leaves to the edge of the grandstand to catch a foul ball, and I notice him striking up a conversation with a family - no surprise there. About a half hour later, with the game winding down, serendipity strikes again. Out of nowhere this guy sits next to me and tells me, "So ESPN didn't get back to you regarding the tour, huh?" Now at this time I'm just a bit wigged out, but he explains that he is a senior editor, for none other that ESPN the Magazine - and even goes so far as to invite us to visit his office the next day!
Saturday, August 2nd
Now ESPN does not offer public tours - but only to friends and family - so this was a HUGE chance meeting! The man introduces himself as JB, and talks to us about meeting him the next morning. We were in a bit of shock, but of course agreed. Sure enough the next day we meet for breakfast across the street from ESPN, and then he takes us in to the sprawling compound. We see a whole bunch of satellites and buildings, including his for the magazine. We tour his office, and a couple of others, and before we left he said he'd help Sam get in touch with some local journalists. By now I'm about speechless at all of this, and Sam can't contain his glee either.
We wind around the grounds for a bit, visited the cafeteria in the hopes of running into a personality (didn't), and then the radio headquarters. He couldn't give us the full tour since we need two weeks clearance for that, but we were giddy at just a hint of an opportunity to get into the mighty sports empire. At the end JB talked to Sam about careers in sports journalism, and then back on the road. This episode easily turned out to the highlight of our trip - and quite possibly ANY trip we've ever taken.
Drunk with glee over our weird luck, we headed to our next stop in Manchester, New Hampshire for a game involving their Fisher Cats. On approach to the city I was impressed with the old warehouses lining the river on both sides, now converted to other uses, such as a university and major businesses. The game itself was nice, but we headed out before the fireworks started - which turned out to be amazing as we heard leaving the park. We found a Ben and Jerry's downtown and splurged on some great ice cream, and then settled down in our hotel nearby.
Sunday, August 3rd
Being a "lazy Sunday" we took our time leaving the hotel and made our way up to Concord, NH state capitol. Not impressed. First, they charged us for parking on a Sunday, and then when we did, we found out the statehouse, and about everything else, was closed. Nice. We immediately hit the road and into Vermont and their charming capitol of Montpelier. This happens to be the smallest capitol in the US, and it looks it. The statehouse is even modest, and like NH, closed. Even so we did have a good meal at a local cafe, and then back on the road.
Driving through Vermont and even NH was a real joy as we wove through their lush green mountains. They became more majestic as we creeped our way north to our next stop in Stowe. This is another quaint town which is quite popular during ski season. When we arrived at our hotel, we discovered it was more of a resort type facility, complete with its own 2-acre lake behind it. Intrigued we decided to paddle it - first in a rowboat that almost sank, then a nearby canoe which did the trick. We made a loop around the lake and then headed to Burlington for our next game.
Leaving the Stowe area was nice - winding through a narrow and history country road. When we entered Burlington we immediately discovered that parking was quite scarce, but we did end up finding a space and entered the stadium for a Vermont Lake Monsters game. Pretty good game, but I began thinking about seeing Burlington in the daytime, so we left early and checked out the lakefront and downtown. Smitten by the immense beauty of Lake Champlain we both decided to skip our next game in Jamestown, NY and spend some quality time in the area. Before we turned in we enjoyed a great pizza dinner at a pub along the Church St. pedestrian mall - a real treasure.
Monday, August 4th
Since our next hotel stop was back in Erie, PA - we got up early to tackle a full day. It started right down the road at the Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream factory for a tour. It is quite the popular destination and even on a Monday we were part of a sizable crowd looking to walk through how they make their famous ice cream. We bought a few knick-knacks and then headed to Camel's Hump State Park to try and score a view of the mountains. Winding up a narrow, gravel road we finally made it to a parking lot which was about filled. We discovered the trail to the summit - and the 3.4 mile length it would take to reach it. No thanks. We headed back, took in a beautiful rock-strewn creek for some photo-ops, and headed into Burlington.
We arrived back on the lakefront, and took a walk up and down their promenade. We tried to walk to a beach in the distance, but gave up. We walked up to Church St. again, had some lunch in an adjacent mall, and grabbed a t-shirt for Sam. After a few more walks up and down, and upon insistence from Sam, we headed to that beach. When we arrived we found out it cost $8 to get in, but Sam really wanted to swim, so in we went. He changed and took an hour dip in the lake, while I watched him in the shade, enjoying the cool breezes.
From there we exited Burlington and headed south to Erie. Problem is, there is no direct highway between these areas, so we had to connect up with several two-lane state roads - which added a lot of time to our travel. Even so this route took us through the heart of the Adirondack Mountains, which provided us a spectacular view throughout the long journey. At one point, interestingly enough called Crown Point, we just had to get out and admire the tremendous view. After several more pictures of the drive (which don't do it anything close to justice), we rolled into Erie at the wee hour of 2am.
Decided to take it easy this morning with a late start, but soon enough off we went for a bit of local sightseeing. We traveled around New Britain and visited a well-manicured park on top of hill. In the center of the park there was a large monument dedicated to veterans of WWI, and surrounded by gardens and a fountain. Great views of the surrounding area as well. Sam wasn't impressed, so away we went to our next stop.
Interestingly I wanted to visit Bristol, home of ESPN, but instead opted to head to the Atlantic Ocean coast in Connecticut, along the city of New Haven. On the way to the coast we took a nice tour of Yale University, chalking up another Ivy League school on our trip. It was gorgeous - with historic buildings and homes everywhere you looked. We walked through most of the campus, and then realized we were running late.
We headed to a beach in New Haven proper, but it was packed on the roads in, so we diverted a bit west to West Haven and Bradley Point Park. This was a fantastic experience with rock outcroppings that we climbed about on, and sand bars that continuously grew due to the low tide occurring. So much so that Sam eventually walked a sand causeway to a nearby rock island and blew his horn in triumph. Of note was Sam finding a Samsung S4 phone stuck in the sand.
Since we were enjoying ourselves so much, we simply took our time and finally left to New Britain for the next game. Arrived in the 6th inning, and Sam promptly leaves to the edge of the grandstand to catch a foul ball, and I notice him striking up a conversation with a family - no surprise there. About a half hour later, with the game winding down, serendipity strikes again. Out of nowhere this guy sits next to me and tells me, "So ESPN didn't get back to you regarding the tour, huh?" Now at this time I'm just a bit wigged out, but he explains that he is a senior editor, for none other that ESPN the Magazine - and even goes so far as to invite us to visit his office the next day!
Saturday, August 2nd
Now ESPN does not offer public tours - but only to friends and family - so this was a HUGE chance meeting! The man introduces himself as JB, and talks to us about meeting him the next morning. We were in a bit of shock, but of course agreed. Sure enough the next day we meet for breakfast across the street from ESPN, and then he takes us in to the sprawling compound. We see a whole bunch of satellites and buildings, including his for the magazine. We tour his office, and a couple of others, and before we left he said he'd help Sam get in touch with some local journalists. By now I'm about speechless at all of this, and Sam can't contain his glee either.
We wind around the grounds for a bit, visited the cafeteria in the hopes of running into a personality (didn't), and then the radio headquarters. He couldn't give us the full tour since we need two weeks clearance for that, but we were giddy at just a hint of an opportunity to get into the mighty sports empire. At the end JB talked to Sam about careers in sports journalism, and then back on the road. This episode easily turned out to the highlight of our trip - and quite possibly ANY trip we've ever taken.
Drunk with glee over our weird luck, we headed to our next stop in Manchester, New Hampshire for a game involving their Fisher Cats. On approach to the city I was impressed with the old warehouses lining the river on both sides, now converted to other uses, such as a university and major businesses. The game itself was nice, but we headed out before the fireworks started - which turned out to be amazing as we heard leaving the park. We found a Ben and Jerry's downtown and splurged on some great ice cream, and then settled down in our hotel nearby.
Sunday, August 3rd
Being a "lazy Sunday" we took our time leaving the hotel and made our way up to Concord, NH state capitol. Not impressed. First, they charged us for parking on a Sunday, and then when we did, we found out the statehouse, and about everything else, was closed. Nice. We immediately hit the road and into Vermont and their charming capitol of Montpelier. This happens to be the smallest capitol in the US, and it looks it. The statehouse is even modest, and like NH, closed. Even so we did have a good meal at a local cafe, and then back on the road.
Driving through Vermont and even NH was a real joy as we wove through their lush green mountains. They became more majestic as we creeped our way north to our next stop in Stowe. This is another quaint town which is quite popular during ski season. When we arrived at our hotel, we discovered it was more of a resort type facility, complete with its own 2-acre lake behind it. Intrigued we decided to paddle it - first in a rowboat that almost sank, then a nearby canoe which did the trick. We made a loop around the lake and then headed to Burlington for our next game.
Leaving the Stowe area was nice - winding through a narrow and history country road. When we entered Burlington we immediately discovered that parking was quite scarce, but we did end up finding a space and entered the stadium for a Vermont Lake Monsters game. Pretty good game, but I began thinking about seeing Burlington in the daytime, so we left early and checked out the lakefront and downtown. Smitten by the immense beauty of Lake Champlain we both decided to skip our next game in Jamestown, NY and spend some quality time in the area. Before we turned in we enjoyed a great pizza dinner at a pub along the Church St. pedestrian mall - a real treasure.
Monday, August 4th
Since our next hotel stop was back in Erie, PA - we got up early to tackle a full day. It started right down the road at the Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream factory for a tour. It is quite the popular destination and even on a Monday we were part of a sizable crowd looking to walk through how they make their famous ice cream. We bought a few knick-knacks and then headed to Camel's Hump State Park to try and score a view of the mountains. Winding up a narrow, gravel road we finally made it to a parking lot which was about filled. We discovered the trail to the summit - and the 3.4 mile length it would take to reach it. No thanks. We headed back, took in a beautiful rock-strewn creek for some photo-ops, and headed into Burlington.
We arrived back on the lakefront, and took a walk up and down their promenade. We tried to walk to a beach in the distance, but gave up. We walked up to Church St. again, had some lunch in an adjacent mall, and grabbed a t-shirt for Sam. After a few more walks up and down, and upon insistence from Sam, we headed to that beach. When we arrived we found out it cost $8 to get in, but Sam really wanted to swim, so in we went. He changed and took an hour dip in the lake, while I watched him in the shade, enjoying the cool breezes.
From there we exited Burlington and headed south to Erie. Problem is, there is no direct highway between these areas, so we had to connect up with several two-lane state roads - which added a lot of time to our travel. Even so this route took us through the heart of the Adirondack Mountains, which provided us a spectacular view throughout the long journey. At one point, interestingly enough called Crown Point, we just had to get out and admire the tremendous view. After several more pictures of the drive (which don't do it anything close to justice), we rolled into Erie at the wee hour of 2am.
Thursday, July 31, 2014
Wicked Extreme New England Expedition 2014: Day 6
Thursday, July 31st
The previous day in Boston really took a toll on both of us. We walked what seemed to be an eternity along the Freedom Trail, climbed up 294 steps to the top of Bunker Hill, and then caught another game that night. When we woke up this morning, it seemed to catch up with us.
Even so we had a noon game to catch in Pawtucket, RI, so off we went. This is the home of the PawSox, or Pawtucket Red Sox, their AAA affiliate. Also a very popular team as well judging by the turnout. Being a noon game of course meant kids...a LOT OF KIDS! I figured 80% of the attendance were kids 12 and under. That's cool - no problems. We found a great seat, got moved, then settled down in front of a a real New Englander - racist comments and all. Great stadium and great game too - the PawSox took it with a walk-off home run. Good times.
From here it was off to Providence since, well, that's what Sam has been waiting for most of this trip (?) Not sure why he loves this minor cities so much, but he does. We parked in the downtown area and made our way up to the Rhode Island Statehouse. Quite the edifice, and especially considering how small RI is to begin with. We took the best 10 minute tour possible - due to the fact it was closing. With a teen in tow that's really not a problem.
From there is was dinner at a local mall (which makes Indy's Circle Center look really small) and then a quick trip to Brown University. This would mark the first time either Sam and I would visit an Ivy League school. Now Brown isn't the top of the Ivy food chain mind you, but it did nicely for us. Tidy little campus with an interesting football stadium too.
Here's where things get interesting. My plan was to visit the oceanfront before sundown near Newport. I located a state park and off we went. Well, as we were getting nearer, we crossing over one humongous bridge, and I decided what the heck and crossed another into Newport proper to access a state park along the ocean. I saw signs pointing us to "Scenic Newport" and I thought...how quaint.
Well...that was an understatement. Sam and I landed in one heck of a tourist mecca which we were totally unprepared for. People swarmed all of the narrow shop-lined streets, dodging in and out of traffic. We did manage to squeeze through it, but were quite overwhelmed with the entire scene. We eventually made our way to Fort Adams State Park, where people were setting up for the Newport Jazz Festival. We weaved our way through the preparations and then the old fort to the oceanfront for a spectacular view. After some climbing around we made our way back to the Newport shopping area and took in some Ben and Jerry's.
However, we were not done yet. On the way in we saw the most charming baseball field where a game was going on. We found out it was a collegiate team, and stopped by on our way out of town. Since we showed up in the 7th inning, we just made our way up and enjoyed a fantastic two innings in a wonderful old ballpark. Refreshed we hit the road for our next destination in Connecticut - and another state to add to our first-time list.
The previous day in Boston really took a toll on both of us. We walked what seemed to be an eternity along the Freedom Trail, climbed up 294 steps to the top of Bunker Hill, and then caught another game that night. When we woke up this morning, it seemed to catch up with us.
Even so we had a noon game to catch in Pawtucket, RI, so off we went. This is the home of the PawSox, or Pawtucket Red Sox, their AAA affiliate. Also a very popular team as well judging by the turnout. Being a noon game of course meant kids...a LOT OF KIDS! I figured 80% of the attendance were kids 12 and under. That's cool - no problems. We found a great seat, got moved, then settled down in front of a a real New Englander - racist comments and all. Great stadium and great game too - the PawSox took it with a walk-off home run. Good times.
From here it was off to Providence since, well, that's what Sam has been waiting for most of this trip (?) Not sure why he loves this minor cities so much, but he does. We parked in the downtown area and made our way up to the Rhode Island Statehouse. Quite the edifice, and especially considering how small RI is to begin with. We took the best 10 minute tour possible - due to the fact it was closing. With a teen in tow that's really not a problem.
From there is was dinner at a local mall (which makes Indy's Circle Center look really small) and then a quick trip to Brown University. This would mark the first time either Sam and I would visit an Ivy League school. Now Brown isn't the top of the Ivy food chain mind you, but it did nicely for us. Tidy little campus with an interesting football stadium too.
Here's where things get interesting. My plan was to visit the oceanfront before sundown near Newport. I located a state park and off we went. Well, as we were getting nearer, we crossing over one humongous bridge, and I decided what the heck and crossed another into Newport proper to access a state park along the ocean. I saw signs pointing us to "Scenic Newport" and I thought...how quaint.
Well...that was an understatement. Sam and I landed in one heck of a tourist mecca which we were totally unprepared for. People swarmed all of the narrow shop-lined streets, dodging in and out of traffic. We did manage to squeeze through it, but were quite overwhelmed with the entire scene. We eventually made our way to Fort Adams State Park, where people were setting up for the Newport Jazz Festival. We weaved our way through the preparations and then the old fort to the oceanfront for a spectacular view. After some climbing around we made our way back to the Newport shopping area and took in some Ben and Jerry's.
However, we were not done yet. On the way in we saw the most charming baseball field where a game was going on. We found out it was a collegiate team, and stopped by on our way out of town. Since we showed up in the 7th inning, we just made our way up and enjoyed a fantastic two innings in a wonderful old ballpark. Refreshed we hit the road for our next destination in Connecticut - and another state to add to our first-time list.
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Wicked Extreme New England Expedition 2014 days 3, 4 and 5
Monday, July 28th
Before heading out to our next game, we decided to take a brief trip to downtown Albany and visit the New York Statehouse. Great experience, and even linked up with a tour. The place is very different from many other statehouses based on the non-traditional design. Doesn't take away from the majestic quality however. We even spoke to the Sergeant-at-Arms of the House too - and started to experience true northeasterners and their accents.
We hit the road and traveled to our next stop in Portland, Maine. Very nice drive thru Massachusetts and New Hampshire on our way there. Very interested in seeing government-run liquor and lottery ticket stops off the turnpike in NH. Guess they are the "Drink Free or Die" state too ;)
We checked into our hotel then beat feet down to the stadium for the Portland Sea Dogs. Great place, and the outfield has a green monster wall just like Fenway - which makes sense since this is their AA affiliate. A rainstorm came through and interrupted us for over an hour, but they did get the game in. We stuck around since the Sea Dog's pitchers only faced a minimum of 27 batters - a pretty rare feat. After the game we drove around downtown a bit, then headed back.
Tuesday, July 29th
Alright, big day ahead of us since that night we were to visit Fenway Park. Ahead of that we started out on a bit of sightseeing in Portland along their amazing waterfront. The downtown sits on a peninsula and the waterfront is pretty much all public access. The views were simply stunning as well, and we took some time to walk an adjacent trail and trek across the rock outcroppings...gingerly. From there we headed south to Kennebunkport and checked out the fantastic beach scene there. The weather was clear and cool for a summer's day, but this didn't stop hoards from visiting the coast. We just stuck around to take in the beauty and move on. Oh yeah, amazing homes there as well - very upper crust.
Our travels continued down past Boston to a town called Attleboro, where our hotel was. From there we took a commuter train to the ballgame. I was more than a bit taken back by the cost - $39 round trip for both of us. Ugh. I was hoping to save money, so instead of linking up by subway, we got off at Back Bay Station and walked it about a mile to the ballpark. Along the way we encountered the finish line for the Boston Marathon, and the site of the 2013 bombings. Sad stuff.
Fenway didn't disappoint. It is certainly a cozy experience, made all the more by the cramped wooden seating we were in, and of course the lovely locals yelling in our ears. Wasn't that bad however, and I was impressed by the attitude of the fans - very much into the game. The Blue Jays ended up winning, but we left in the 8th to get back to the station in time. We arrived back in the wee hours, but still Jonesing for ice cream...which Mickey D's helped out with.
Wednesday, July 30th
Boston day. We left our hotel at about 10 am to find parking at a subway stop. Wasn't going to pay that crazy commuter rail fare again. Well - wasn't easy. The first three lots we stopped at were sold out, but we did find a bunch at a quaint station in the SE area. So quaint that they still rely on trolleys for the first few stops.
When we arrived in Boston, the place was buzzing. Of course getting there by noon assured us of a lunch crowd, but there were protests, and all types of activity in the Boston Common. We wound ourselves down to the Freedom Trail start and proceeded to walk this amazing system. The trail is about 2.5 miles long, and connects 16 significant locations to the Revolution. The entire route is connected by a brick banding in the pavement so you don't get lost either.
The experience was perfect for us since we were only going to spend a day there. We managed to take in the entire trail, and even climbed the 290+ stairs up the Bunker Hill Monument. I was literally a pile of sweat once I got on the top, but caught my breath and was able to take in and enjoy the phenomenal views afforded by the tower. Maybe I will return someday and do the tours, but with Sam being a teen, moving about was my best option.
We headed back to our station and proceeded south to catch a New England Revolution game at Gillette Stadium. What an impressive facility - and with a brand new mall adjacent to it as well. It was there where we grabbed a quick bite and then caught the game. It was won by NE 3-0 which provided plenty of excitement.
After leaving we then got back and took showers to clean off all the grime accumulated from the day.
Before heading out to our next game, we decided to take a brief trip to downtown Albany and visit the New York Statehouse. Great experience, and even linked up with a tour. The place is very different from many other statehouses based on the non-traditional design. Doesn't take away from the majestic quality however. We even spoke to the Sergeant-at-Arms of the House too - and started to experience true northeasterners and their accents.
We hit the road and traveled to our next stop in Portland, Maine. Very nice drive thru Massachusetts and New Hampshire on our way there. Very interested in seeing government-run liquor and lottery ticket stops off the turnpike in NH. Guess they are the "Drink Free or Die" state too ;)
We checked into our hotel then beat feet down to the stadium for the Portland Sea Dogs. Great place, and the outfield has a green monster wall just like Fenway - which makes sense since this is their AA affiliate. A rainstorm came through and interrupted us for over an hour, but they did get the game in. We stuck around since the Sea Dog's pitchers only faced a minimum of 27 batters - a pretty rare feat. After the game we drove around downtown a bit, then headed back.
Tuesday, July 29th
Alright, big day ahead of us since that night we were to visit Fenway Park. Ahead of that we started out on a bit of sightseeing in Portland along their amazing waterfront. The downtown sits on a peninsula and the waterfront is pretty much all public access. The views were simply stunning as well, and we took some time to walk an adjacent trail and trek across the rock outcroppings...gingerly. From there we headed south to Kennebunkport and checked out the fantastic beach scene there. The weather was clear and cool for a summer's day, but this didn't stop hoards from visiting the coast. We just stuck around to take in the beauty and move on. Oh yeah, amazing homes there as well - very upper crust.
Our travels continued down past Boston to a town called Attleboro, where our hotel was. From there we took a commuter train to the ballgame. I was more than a bit taken back by the cost - $39 round trip for both of us. Ugh. I was hoping to save money, so instead of linking up by subway, we got off at Back Bay Station and walked it about a mile to the ballpark. Along the way we encountered the finish line for the Boston Marathon, and the site of the 2013 bombings. Sad stuff.
Fenway didn't disappoint. It is certainly a cozy experience, made all the more by the cramped wooden seating we were in, and of course the lovely locals yelling in our ears. Wasn't that bad however, and I was impressed by the attitude of the fans - very much into the game. The Blue Jays ended up winning, but we left in the 8th to get back to the station in time. We arrived back in the wee hours, but still Jonesing for ice cream...which Mickey D's helped out with.
Wednesday, July 30th
Boston day. We left our hotel at about 10 am to find parking at a subway stop. Wasn't going to pay that crazy commuter rail fare again. Well - wasn't easy. The first three lots we stopped at were sold out, but we did find a bunch at a quaint station in the SE area. So quaint that they still rely on trolleys for the first few stops.
When we arrived in Boston, the place was buzzing. Of course getting there by noon assured us of a lunch crowd, but there were protests, and all types of activity in the Boston Common. We wound ourselves down to the Freedom Trail start and proceeded to walk this amazing system. The trail is about 2.5 miles long, and connects 16 significant locations to the Revolution. The entire route is connected by a brick banding in the pavement so you don't get lost either.
The experience was perfect for us since we were only going to spend a day there. We managed to take in the entire trail, and even climbed the 290+ stairs up the Bunker Hill Monument. I was literally a pile of sweat once I got on the top, but caught my breath and was able to take in and enjoy the phenomenal views afforded by the tower. Maybe I will return someday and do the tours, but with Sam being a teen, moving about was my best option.
We headed back to our station and proceeded south to catch a New England Revolution game at Gillette Stadium. What an impressive facility - and with a brand new mall adjacent to it as well. It was there where we grabbed a quick bite and then caught the game. It was won by NE 3-0 which provided plenty of excitement.
After leaving we then got back and took showers to clean off all the grime accumulated from the day.
Sunday, July 27, 2014
Wicked Extreme New England Expedition 2014 days 1 & 2
Saturday, July 26th
Another great tradition continues for me and Sam and we set forth on what will be the longest-planned tour of our baseball vacations. This year we will be visiting a slew of teams in the New England states, including one soccer game. Call it World Cup fever, but it made sense. I am very proud of myself for actually leaving my house ONLY once! Usually I keep coming back because that's just me, but I was determined to make this a better start. Also made sure to be well ahead of the curve at work so that wouldn't throw me.
All said we set off clean about 10 am and headed to our first stop in Erie, PA. The trip was uneventful, but quite tasty thanks to a wonderful gift of candy and snacks from my love Kenna. I will also mention another Kenna gift - an audiobook by Hillary Clinton. It definitely kept my interest - and my eyes open! I'm a big fan of audiobooks on long drives.
We ended up arriving at our hotel, and to the game in plenty of time. Surprisingly the game was a sellout, and we figured out why - fireworks night! We didn't stay for that, but did enjoy a great game involving the Erie Seawolves, who are the double A affiliate of the Tigers. Great crowd to on a night dedicated to our military.
Sunday, July 27th
After a great night of sleep, and even better breakfast, we made our way to our next game in Utica, NY. I had originally planned to ride all the way to Portland, ME - but Sam was smart enough to point out this great location on the way.
Before we embarked we make a side trip to Presque Isle off the coast of Erie. This state park was simply gorgeous - miles of beaches and trails! We took a moment to visit a beach and enjoyed the great weather and cool breezes. Best part - it was free! Couldn't believe a state park of that caliber would be free.
From there we headed to Utica, where I found out I forgot the game start of 5pm. Once I found out I rushed over there, and enjoyed the central New York state geology while zooming by. When we did arrive, Sam and I found a small, nearly vacant park and wondered if we were at the right place. We certainly were, and basically has the stadium to ourselves - no more than 25 were in attendance (Sam counted). Even so, Sam and I did experience our first no-hitter, which made up for the small crowd.
Then things got interesting. This was a doubleheader, and in the 2nd inning of the second game, we were looking to leave and get to our next hotel. Well this young guy who worked for the away team wanted to know if I filmed the last out of the no-hitter. I actually did, and totally made this guy's day. He wanted it since ESPN wanted to know, so I was more than happy to help. Later on, and ESPN employee directly emailed me so he could get a clearer copy. Of course this made Sam about giddy, and made for a great story. Also made us feel good for sticking around to finish that first game :)
Once on the road we arrived in Albany for the night - and started to look for food. Not an easy task after 10pm, but we did find a Chinese joint in the downtown. The neighborhood wasn't all that good, and Sam and I witnessed some good old white trash drama in the waiting area - complete with a couple's meltdown in front of their kids. Good times.
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