Monday, May 24, 2004

concord, massachusetts


We left Maine at 5 a.m. on Sunday, determined to miss any afternoon traffic jams from city dwellers heading back from the weekend. We know how it is to drive in Boston, and traveling at off hours is an excellent choice. We arrived at the Elk's Lodge in Concord by 7:30 a.m., glad for the lack of traffic.

Being Elk's members saves the day again. It is just about impossible to find anyplace to stay within a 50-mile radius of Boston. You can pretty much forget about boondocking when you're in this neck of the woods. Even if the occasional Walmart would allow you to stay, the parking lots are so small and tightly packed it's an exercise in futility.

This Elk's lodge is short on amenities--only one puny electrical connection. We are loaded with solar, but are mired down in stormy weather right now. The location is convenient, with the train (called the T here), just around the corner, and the charming little town center of W. Concord within walking distance. The area is rich with history, not only of the Revolution, but for some of the great writer's of our time. Emerson, Louisa May Alcott, and Henry David Thoreau all called Concord home. I'm looking forward to seeing the Alcott residence, which is now a museum, and walking around Walden Pond (if it ever stops raining long enough!). Thoreau's cabin is long gone, but I have to experience the place that was such an abundant source of inspiration for him. I'm hoping to absorb some of his creative essence; surely there must be a dimension that retains his life energy!