We were surprised again when we woke up at Lake St. George. Who knew that we would be able to see the lake from our close-to-the-highway site. We moved on pretty quickly (after enjoying there awesome shower houses) and headed to Lowell National Historic Park which is nestled just north of Boston in Lowell. We only saw a small portion of this historic park and I look forward to going back when the weather is nicer and I have more energy. The park is spread out throughout the city highlighting different parts of the textile industries growth and decline in Lowell, the heart of the US textile industry in 1850. The only part of the large park that we visited was the Boott Cotton Mills Museum where we watched power looms do their work. It was cool to see 1800's machinery at work.
The video shows the machinery moving and you can hear the sound, but the feel of those machines in your ears and feet and lungs, I can't imagine working there everyday like many young women did.
We left Lowell and decided to head to Scranton, a middle ground between Boston and Pittsburgh We also decided to just get a hotel since it was going to be pretty late when we got into Scranton. We headed to a Best Western and walked in to get a room. Sold out. We had the lady call a few other hotels. Sold out. We tried about 30 hotels and motels. Sold out. We had to drive another hour before we found a hotel with a room left. A king suite, smoking. At two in the morning it sounded fine. Stupid Scranton.
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