Day 13: Halls of Fame

It's the thirteenth day of the trip, and tonight we're all pretty tired. We're sleepy (despite the on-and-off car naps) and we're tired of the GPS and Google Maps. Today we spent a lot of time in the car. I can't even remember where we slept last night, but we just checked in to our hotel in upstate New York to crash. When we left the hotel this morning (oh yes, it was Maine) we went to see one of Bangor's most prized sights: the Paul Bunyan statue. He was a towering 30-feet tall, but at six thirty in the morning, none of us really found him that impressive. Interesting, but not the coolest thing we've seen. Fowler argued that this statue could be considered our final destination since it's the farthest North we traveled. Whatever you wish.


From Bangor, we drove several hours through Massachusetts and Vermont (via Maine's state capitol) before arriving at the Basketball Hall of Fame in Springfield, MA.



The museum was neat, and had several interactive exhibits that confirmed I was both offensively- and defensively-challenged. Those in my family with the basketball gene, however, really enjoyed it. We learned a lot about the sport's history and its greatest players, coaches, and contributors.

From there, we proceeded on to Cooperstown, NY, to visit our second sports hall of fame. Dad and Fowler immediately went into the Hall of Fame while Mom and I visited a used book sale across the street. We soon joined them, though, and all saw the museum's exhibits and Hall of Fame gallery. We saw some of Babe Ruth's bats and Hank Aaron's locker among many other baseball artifacts. We were there only a few weeks ahead of the 2010 induction of three new honorees.







From here on out, we have a lot of road to travel and long car days. Tomorrow we plan to see Niagara Falls, and depending on time, press on to Michigan. Another early morning coming, so goodnight everyone!