L’Hermione: Boston “Been there, Didn’t do it, Got the T-Shirt Anyways”

Yesterday (11 July, 2015) a few of us from Rogues Island made the venture in a large metal snake (The T) up to Boston in an effort to greet the Hermione. Having been invited by one of the crew members back in January, we were pretty excited to go to this. After all, I had spent countless of hours and dollars on a new suit partially for this event but mainly because I needed civilian clothing.

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Waiting in the station in Providence for the train.

On the way to Boston! You can see Diet Coke #2 in this photo

On the way to Boston! You can see Diet Coke #2 in this photo

So, after being stared at on the train ride up to Boston, we arrived at Rowe’s Wharf just in time for the National Anthem and a bunch of speeches. I had 3 cans of Diet Coke before even arriving so a restroom was of the utmost importance to me so I skipped all of that nonsense. After visiting the necessary necessaries, I made my way back to the hoard of reenactors in time for us to venture over to get to the ship.

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Most times, when events ask us to come out and volunteer, they’ll show us something before or during the public hours but at least make time for us to see it. We got to the front of the line, like we were told and stood there. The ship’s bouncer told us all to come back later. This was fine in our books since we were all kind of hungry for lunch.

On the way to lunch. Note: A fife and drum corps was playing so naturally we all started marching in step. It's amazing how soldiers have the tendency to follow the music.

On the way to lunch. Note: A fife and drum corps was playing so naturally we all started marching in step. It’s amazing how soldiers have the tendency to follow the music.

The midday meal was probably one of the most interesting parts of my day. Similar to a debutante ball, this was my coming out to the elite society of reenactors, per say. I ate with all the big wigs of the hobby which was intimidating at first but definitely became less scary as the meal went on. Reader, I’m pleased to report I passed muster and have been accepted into Bostonian society.

Lunch at the Granary Tavern

Lunch at the Granary Tavern

After lunch, we made our way back to L’Hermione but not before I went an acquired a t-shirt. (Since I was in a sense a tourist, it was required.) We went back to the same man that told us to come back and he greeted with a rather rude tone and told us we would not be able to board. So, we traveled by train to get kind of close to a ship that we were invited to see. Granted we traveled less distance than some of the people there (Reenactors came from Vermont and Tennessee to see her) but still, it hurt.

The closest I got to the ship

The closest I got to the ship

I was still determined to get a photo of me at the helm of a ship though and about 6 blocks away was the Royal Portuguese Navy Sagres that is used to train officers. Sure, she’s a 1920’s steel yacht but still, it was purty and I did get a photo of me holding the wheel (Which has yet to be sent to me) so the day was a success.

Obligatory selfie on-board the Seagra

Obligatory selfie on-board the Sagres

Did I achieve the goal of seeing L’Hermione? Nope.

Did I reenact anything at all? Nope. I went to Boston in silly clothing and felt a feeling of emptiness in the historical  portion of my heart.

Did I have a good time? You bet your arse I did. I met people I had only seen online, had an amazing lunch, and got to have one hell of an adventure with some amazing people.

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Military Man-Trap (1788) ASKB Library

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MBTA Man-Trap, Providence RI, 2015

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