Boston the way down

     
Across the sound at sunset.
   

I was looking forward to getting home after working hard for a week and the trip back down through Connecticut and Rhode Island was traffic-rific but my in-board navigation system (which I nicknamed Ishii) kept me company. The ferry ride over from New London to Orient Point was beautiful beyond works. It brought out every ounce of nostalgia I’ve ever had about New England. I traveled across at sunset with a slight salt water breeze. It was fantastic.

When I ended up back on the road I saw that I had no gas. I'm not talking about a little gas- I mean nothing. I was stuck behind some kind of 18th century circus wagon trailer going 20 miles an hour from Pennsylvania and I started mapping out how I might walk to the next gas station.

The north fork of Long Island closes up shop at around 8pm on a busy night so I had to prey on fumes until the first gas station. Somehow I made it but the 18th century Russian circus van was never heard from again.