Centuries

Did we really do all that? Did we hop skip and jump from 1620 to 1793 to 1865 in the space of a day? An hour? The Alcott home where Louisa May wrote Little Women was a key stop for Maria, and Natalie treated us to the evening guided tour. We made a mad-dash (and sadly unsuccessful) attempt to visit her grave site, although we did pay a visit to Henry David Thoreau's favorite stomping grounds and peered into the best of what life in the 1790's had to offer. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner, too. Yet we barely scratched the surface. Of anything.  I yearn to fold the map, to bring the west coast right up to this east coast, and make the visiting easier and regular and every day.

A photo a day over at Chicken Blog, too.