It rained a lot in Boston.

A lot. This was the end of the first day. But, while it was wet and while my sandals were full of grit and gook, it was cool. I wore a flannel that day, all day.  That was pretty awesome.

The morning we were leaving, this little gal/guy came out in North Quincy.  He was out further, but I scared him when I took his picture.