After packing up, they drove to downtown Rockport, parked on the Main Street and successfully located the Rockport Performing Art Center which had been under construction when they visited two years previously. It looks like it holds around 200 seats, and the stage overlocks the harbor. They watched a violinist warming up and behind him was a clear glass wall and the impressive view of the harbor. The theater is so cozy and well-designed that it looked like even in his sixties, LT could throw a baseball from the street over all the seats and into the ocean. It must be marvelous to attend a concert there.
They pulled out of Rockport and headed south. Along the way, they stopped at T. J. Maxx. Since the weather had been so cold, both were in need of extra layers of clothing. Eli picked up a purple top and LT got two extra T-shirts. They they hit Trader Joe's, but were disappointed because in Massachusetts, only 3 TJ's are allowed to sell wine, and this store--in East Gloucester, technically--was not one of the lucky ones.
Continuing on their journey, they followed the signs for Boston. When LT had visited the So Cal Auto Club before their departure, he had gotten tour books, state maps, etc. But these maps did not include the long hook of Cape Cod. So they had to rely on the highway signs and Eli's memory. Basically, they gook 93 south, right through downtown Boston--the big dig--eventually hit the 3 and then the 6 which is the mid-cape highway. Once they got to exit 11, they were able to use Danny Desmond's emailed directions and had no trouble. When they stopped at exit 7 for some rest, Eli noticed a familiar-looking character walking up to them. It was Richard Desmond, who was also going to the Chatham Desmond re-union. So they shared jokes with him before continuing their journey.
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