Boston before the wedding

Sept. 23

So it's come to this: Riding the rails to get to the wedding on time.

Boston's majestic South Station.

It is what it is. We take a train from Wells to Boston, and from there we take the local train to Worcester, where Nicole's brother Steve is nice enough to give us a ride back to his house in Bristol. From Bristol I will ride to the wedding and Nicole will drive our car. That's the way it is.

Boston proves to be a pleasant diversion, though. We arrive at Boston's North Station. There is no direct rail line from the North to the South Station, so we start a hectic, one mile ride through downtown Boston. Despite what I know about Boston drivers, every motorist yields for us--even when they clearly have the right of way. They see our panniers and let us ride onward.

We arrive at the South Station at 4 pm--to late to bring our bikes on train. We have to wait until 7 because bikes are only allowed on off-peak hours. What are we going to do for three hours?

Better than a highway, don't you think?

Fortunately there is a farmer's market across the street from the train station. What was once the Interstate has succumbed to public space, courtesy of the Big Dig. We buy some locally made salads and have buy some local tomatoes for dessert. The three hours fly by when we're having fun.

Our Bicycles on the MBTA Train.

 

Union Station in Worcester: A fine sight for weary traveler's. I'm glad this one was spared the wrecking ball.

It's late when we arrive in Worcester. We get to Bristol around midnight. Tomorrow I ride to Tolland, Massachusetts.