This morning, I set the alarm for 830. I’d purchased tickets for the hop on and hop off bus, and it included a ticket to the Boston Tea party museum close to our hotel. That opened at ten so I wanted to be in early to avoid the crowds. We were going to eat at Dunkin Donuts but when we went there, the power was out! I didn’t mind and our plan B was back to Flour. I got steel cut oatmeal with nuts and blueberries while Peyton wanted the French toast and bacon. The meal was much heartier and filling than donuts would have been. I’d forgotten to order her milk, so I gave her money to order herself. She hemmed and hawed and finally decided she didn’t want any. She didn’t want to I have to leave her name. I told her to use mine. She really wanted it, I know. Finally she caught a break in the line and went to order. She proudly returned with her cup of kids milk. I reminded her eventually she will have to order her own food!
We returned to the museum by 1025 am and were in the 1030 show time. We started right away and were given two characters/real names of those in attendance on that fateful night. Peyton was my apprentice and I was some coor. She started in the aisle to see better. The crowd was pumped up to be true patriots, angry at the crown. Some were asked to speak up from the cue cards. Two in particular were younger girls who read from the cards. Peyton freaked out and went to my other side, away from the aisle. She whispered she didn’t want to speak aloud. I assured her she had no speaking part. The woman who was our tour guide was really good at her part!! She remembered most of the characters and which guests she’d given each character. We were given our disguises; they were feathers, which depicted the costumes the colonists used to avoid detection. They dressed up as native Americans so as not to be caught as unloyal. After the introduction, we were led to the ship. The kids were invited to dump tea into the harbor and we toured the replica boat, the brig Beaver. Peyton waited until the coast was clear and no one was watching. Clandestine dumping for sure. I took video which I’ll upload later. The opposite boat was the Eleanor. The Dartmouth wasn’t in port. We saw the captain’s quarters, the tight cargo load area, and learned more about the night. We headed on dock again for more history before we were ushered into the movie theater for another lesson from the women’s perspective. It was a conversation about the loyalists and the colonists. Then, the movie went out but the sound kept going. The emergency lights came on. The docent looked a bit confused, and we were informed that we had to go back to the street to evacuate the museum. We headed out and awaited more information. They stalled by spouting out more information. It was fascinating though Peyton was just hot. I had her in the shade and she was okay with her water. After about thirty minutes of waiting around, being offered a refund, though our tour was included in our trolley ticket, the lights went on. We were invited back to the same spot. Peyton enjoyed the AC. We then headed to another movie room with a story about a surviving box from the tea party. It was recovered mostly intact from the harbor. The family who kept it donated it to the museum. It is housed in a glass case which spins around to tell its story. Then we were shown a final movie about the battle of Lexington and Minute men. It was a 4-d effect as puffs of air shot out at us every time a musket fired. We weren’t able to take photos in this area. We finished off with a trip to the gift shop and potty break. From there, we hopped onto the trolley. We went a few stops before starting at the beginning. We had to change trolleys, but it gave us a chance to walk around back at Faneuil hall. We picked up a copy of Make Way For Ducklings, after I wasn’t able to find the hardcover on Amazon. She declined some chowder, saying she wasn’t hungry. So we got back on the trolley to take a lap. She didn’t want to get off as she was tired. She napped while I plotted my course. We had only walked a bit of the freedom trail, so I wanted to climb Bunker Hill Monument. We started the tour at 2 and didn’t make it all the way around until almost four. The monument had its last climb at 430, closing at 5. The last pick up stop was 5 so we were running short on time, almost the same amount of time lost with the power outage! We made it off the stop at 415 pm. We hiked uphill about 0.5 miles then headed up the 294 stairs to the top. It was a tight spiral staircase. She was all energized from her nap so she bounded up the stairs. The stair depth was pretty impressive. At least they were even. But it was narrow. Maybe only two of us could have fit widthwise maybe not even that. When people came down, we’d stop and let them by. The rail was only on the right hand side going down. We held on to the wall/center column going up. I was wearing flip flops today since my shoes were still wet from yesterday. There were stair markers along the way to keep us motivated. It was a bit stuffy, and I was starting to sweat. We finally made it to the top. There was a grill gate on the center of the column. You could see. All. The. Way. Down. And she kept walking RIGHT over the top of it!! I concentrated on taking pictures at each Cardinal direction. It was nice and breezy up there as the center column brought air from below while each of the four windows had its own cross breeze. After taking our pictures, we headed back down. I had Peyton stay behind me, but there were some kids were messing around behind us. I didn’t want to let them pass us as there were still people coming up. But I took it slowly but surely. We made it down and saw daylight again. My quads were burning!! After she got down the steps, Peyton said, “My leg muscles are stronger now!” We hiked back downhill to get our trolley. I asked her if she had to go potty or if she could hold it. She said she didn’t need to go. THere was a trolley there right then, and it was 445 pm. I didn’t know if I could find a potty, and I didn’t want to risk missing the trolley. I believed her and boarded the trolley. It was Bailey, the same driver as before! We went through all the rest of stops again. Ours was three and we needed to get to 16. One by one, people got off. Peyton and later, I, fell asleep. I woke up when I heard the ladies in front of us talking about us. Hey asked me where I was going, I guess making sure we didn’t miss our stop. I told them it was our second trip around. And since we had Bailey, we had heard the same spiel. We got to stop 15 and everyone got off! He said, “And then there was one!” Then Peyton popped up! He said, ” Oh I didn’t see your friend there!” He asked me where we were going. I told him our stop. He narrated for us for the rest of our journey. We finally arrived, Peyton tipped him and we headed back to our hotel. Dave was already home We hung out for a few minutes to change and freshen up and headed to dinner. We went to another Italian place. We ordered soft shell crab, pasta and favs beans for Peyton, and polenta with oxtail for Dave. It was all yummy. Peyton wanted spaghetti but im happy that she went out of her comfort zone and agreed to share with us. She liked our dishes, too, eating a few legs. And a few bites of Dave’s polenta. After dinner, we headed a mile out to the Omni hotel for the Boston cream pie that was first created there. It was yummier than last night’s I thought. We also shared the key lime pie. We walked the mile back and took an unplanned detour through fanueil hall. Dave didn’t think I knew what I was talking about, but I’d been by there at least three times today. He’d taken a wrong turn somewhere. In any case, I register my 10,000 plus steps for the day. It was a nice evening out with plenty of tourists or conventioneers. Peyton was able to keep up with us despite wearing flip flops. The sugar helped her out. We are back now all showered up and feeling good.
We were wrapping up our day recounting to Dave what we did. Bailey had asked which other drivers we had. Peyton didn’t answer at the time, but told me, “Remember, her name is Jewels! And if we didn’t like her, her name was Ruby.” He other guy she forgot was Dallas. But she remembered that she was our first driver, over eight hours before!
Here are the pictures:
Our characters. 
Tea from the United East India Company 
Sarah Hewes
Nap one 
Beginning of us on the freedom trail. 0.5 miles from the end 
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Can we make it in time? 
Here goes nothing: 
We made it!! 
Long way down. 
Nap #2
Outside Fenway. She said she’s not a Red Sox fan. I couldn’t convince her to get off and check it out. She didn’t want a hat either. 
Commonwealth Mall
Gas lamps. Lit all the time. And the post office! 
Brief stop at MIT
All alone on the trolley. 