From Boston to the Vineyard

What an adventure! Claire and I woke up at around 7:30 to head off to Wood's Hole. After showering and getting dressed, Claire and I headed off on a 20 minute adventure to find her roommates car. Finally, approximately two blocks from Fenway Park we found the silver Camry that would bring us to the ferry. The drive to Wood's Hole was simple, and consisted of good conversation, informative podcasts, and a stop at the East Coast's finest, Dunkin Donuts! With a yummy almond flavored iced coffee in our stomachs we continued our adventure. We made it to Wood's Hole at around 10:20 (my ferry was to leave at 10:45), the last piece of information on our map-quest directions... But where in Woods Hole is the ferry? After a few minutes of wandering around the town we saw a sign for the Steamship Authority building, and of course we pulled right in thinking we could buy a ferry ticket there. Wrong! The old men directing traffic inside did more to confuse us then help us. They were convinced we were trying to drive onto the ferry with Claire's car, and would not let go of the fact that for that we need a reservation. After realizing they were useless we left the Steamship Authority lot, and continued down the road to eventually find the ferry, thank god Wood's Hole is small,. By this time it was 10:35... As we approached the parking lot of the ferry port, I opened the door of the car, and ran to the closest building in sight. Frantically I approached the ticket counter and asked if I could still catch the 10:45 ferry, the ferry that Kelsey's father expected me to be on. "Yes," the girl at the counter said! Wahooo. So at around 10:40 I ran back to the parked car and began pulling out my suitcases, both of which are the weight of a small 10 year old child, and carried them to the ferry entrance. Then I ran back to the car to grab my bike, still in pieces after being transported from Oregon by my friend Jake. After frantically...hysterically, trying to assemble the bike, I just grabbed its pieces, and ran to the boat. Just as I got on board the closed the gate and off the boat went...whew! But there I was with two huge bags and an disassembled bike! Thank god for cute old men! Two old men who work for the ferry company helped me put the bike together, while explaining the basic mechanics of bike wheels etc.... I thanked them profusely and went up the second floor to breathe and enjoy the ride. Part One: Ferry