Though not too far from the touristy crowds in Boston, the windy roads of Sudbury welcomed me with Colonial charms. I put myself in the shoes of the Minutemen and strode along their paths that now hold chiseled Revolutionary War monuments. I sat in the one room schoolhouse famous for the real-life Mary and her little lamb, toured the first modern inn of the United States, and found myself at a gristmill learning how different types of flours and cornmeal are made using stones.
After waddling after the bronze ducklings in Boston’s Public Garden, walking the witchy ways of Salem, and chasing a lobster roll with salt water taffy on the coast, getting a wider view of Massachusetts on this trip hasn’t deterred me from remembering it fondly as small, historic, and always inviting. As most quick trips go, there was too much to see and not enough time, but I will be back and hope to still be writing about my adventures...and conjuring up Thoreau’s dedication when I do.
Roy Moore’s Lobster Co.
Stephanie’s on Newbury
Stephen Anthony’s Restaurant
Tuck's Candy Factory