Day 22 - Maine to Boston

I'm all for roughing it out in the great outdoors, but wild blueberry pancakes sure beats the heck out of the stale corn pops sitting in the bear locker. Just look at the joy on my face:











For Carl and Claire, a little parting gift for their extreme hospitality and good company.












This is tigger watching me make said gift












Said gift 1/2 done:











They liked it!











The heritage museum in concord mass had a photo exhibit April wanted to see.











At sleepy hollow I added a pine cone to the shrine at Thoreau's grave.











There's his cabin at walden:









And there's walden itself:









The much anticipated museum of bad art (MOBA) was our next scheduled stop. Situated beneath an old movie theatre a few miles east of Boston, this exhibition boasts about a dozen paintings and drawings that challenge conventional notions of "quality".

Some of my favorites:











"Mariachi in tienamen square"

And "prosthetic claw"











From the didactic:
"Prosthetic Claw portrays the unexpected results in this ethical boundary-stretching field of interspecies cloning. The central figure's immaculate white shoe contrasts with the grotesquely poor grooming of the hand, which is depicted in a universally understood gesture. The artist seems to be saying that these experiments will result in a giant "goose egg". The heavy-handed image is marred by a clumsily executed background of straight-from-the-tube oil paint colors that have become all too familiar to the MOBA curatorial staff."

A great little museum if you're okay with the scent of stagnent urine eminating from the near by mens room.

From Boston we went into new York where we slept in the car at some campground that happened to be full.

-- Posted from Sean's phone