A restless cold night gave way to weak sunshine. We headed into Salem and parked in a multi-story which Matt had researched. A good five hours for parking was only a few dollars.
The local information office circled key stop off points in the town. The week before, Salem was heaving and every street was packed as it was a magnet for the crowds heading into Halloween. All parking was revoked and locals talked about the streets being so full, you couldn’t see your feet. Having attended a local event in Southend (light show) can I well believe it. Today we still saw groups of people all dressed up as witches… unless it is their normal wear.
We visited an art gallery in a Satan Church, a bewitched monument, a Witch Museum as well as a monument to the Salem Trials. These areas were packed with tour guides shepherding pockets of people who were enthralled by stories and over-acted theatre. When you dodged the touristy streets, Salem is lovely harbour town, full of tall wooden buildings and significant history.
We got chewed up by the Toll roads travelling up to Maine, but luckily they had cash lanes so this felt like a win.
We passed from Massachusetts into New Hampshire and then Maine. A Three State Day.