New Bedford is one of the poorest cities in Massachusetts, always an immigrant port, and has some of the highest unemployment in the state. However, in the mid-Nineteenth-Century it was one of the richest cities in the country and the center of the whaling industry, whose rending of blubber lit the lights of lamps of the nation…
Starting in the White Mountains, the Merrimack River once sped the turbines of America’s Industrial Revolution. The towns along it are synonymous with the textile industry, mass immigration, social upheaval, and finally, a near total collapse.
This part of Massachusetts along the Blackstone Canal (1828) was prosperous in the mid-19th Century. Most of the of towns I drove through on the way home were centered around a long defunct textile mill, a white steepled church or two, and a monument to the Union dead.
Vic woke me up wide-eyed and we listened to a small animal eat our crackers at 3 am. It had managed to slide the food pannier out from under the rain fly, open the zipper, and get the crackers out. Of course, as Vic says, it only proves animals are stupid because it left the organic chocolate bar in the bag.