On Tuesday morning, Dad and I drove 8 hours north on I95 to New England. Dad hadn't been back to see his alma mater, Brown, for over 40 years, and we thought it was about time we went. We left at 5 AM in an attempt to miss rush hour, and we managed very well. We drove without any problems straight through, arriving in Mystic Connecticut a little after 1 PM. Above you can see Dad by a yacht at Greenwich CN, where we stopped for a break after getting through the NYC traffic.
Here we are on a real whaling ship at Old Mystic Seaport, a recreated 19th century seaport. the ship is in dry dock being repaired. Dad is steering the ship, while I am being Queequeq, out to capture a whale with my harpoon.
We loved Mystic. All the staff are incredibly knowledgable and passionate about the time period. In the boatmaking shop, a young man told us all the inside info about the ships in the pirate movies. Evidently their research was very good. And the line from Blackbeard "If I didn't kill a man once in a while you wouldn't know it was me"--totally true. Blackbeard said that, after shooting a couple of colleagues under the table, evidently just for the heck of it.Notice dad piloting a tug boat--remotely!
Wednesday we moved forward several centuries when we toured the first nuclear powered submarine, the Nautilus, at the submarine base at Groton. It was fascinating to see how the ship was engineered to function underwater for long periods of time.
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