We spent the night in Woonsocket, RI in the Second Sketchiest Motel Room that I’ve ever stayed in and headed north into MA after dropping off the postcards at the post office. As soon as we crossed the state line, things immediately changed. Each state is quite different from all the others and it doesn’t take long to pick up the personality of a new state once you enter it.
We were a little too close to Boston and for most of the day were stuck driving through neighborhoods and along highways with big box strip malls. We finally decided to get on route 2 and head west for a while to get out of the reach of the big cities. It was nearing the end of the day and we still hadn’t found anything too crazy, but the light was getting nice and we still had some hope.
After passing a huge wind turbine placed directly behind a high school on the side of a hill, we were energized and it seemed like something might happen. We drove past a driveway that appeared to go to a warehouse and big empty overgrown space — I barely caught a glimpse out of the corner of my eye, but as is the rule on this trip, if we see something we always go and investigate. Awaiting us was a huge space with the quintessential water tower and a group of teenagers hanging out and skating. We talked to them for a bit and I climbed up the water tower (that was on the list for this trip).
Then we drove to The Sketchiest Motel Room that I’ve ever stayed in. TV didn’t work, lights didn’t turn on until you hit them and the room was musty/moldy beyond belief. Our guess was that it had been a month since anyone was in there. Living in the lap of luxury we are!