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Romance: It’s not all hearts and flowers

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Boston Articles
February 12, 2012
(Page 3 of 3)

When my wife surprised me for our ninth wedding anniversary last fall, I didn’t expect to end up at the Green Turtle Inn, a floating houseboat in the Charlestown Navy Yard. The comfortable accommodations (two rooms complete with kitchenette and breakfast featuring crispy applewood bacon) have a relaxing feel, but they are not nearly as soothing as being rocked to sleep with the motion of the waves and awakening to the din of seagulls in the morning. We also enjoyed a sail around Boston Harbor, sharing a six-pack of Red Stripe, the beer we drank when we first met some 16 years ago in Jamaica. Altogether, our escape showed how easy it is to get away without ever really leaving.

ERIC WILBUR

HUGS, KISSES, AND HUTS

Maine Huts and Trails is a not-for-profit offering plush, full-service backcountry lodging options. Their eco-friendly huts can be linked via a new system of trails that can be hiked, biked, or skied. The Flagstaff Lake Hut has another unique approach my fiancé and I took: a two-hour kayak paddle along the Northern Forest Canoe Trail in the shadow of the Bigelow Mountains. After a dinner of pork loin and squash soup, we sank into leather couches and listened to the crackling fire. A late-night swim under a full moon prepped us for a quiet night in our lakeside cabin, radiant floor heating and thick bedding keeping us warm and rested for the next day’s adventures.

BRIAN IRWIN

A TREK TO REMEMBER

We had planned a romantic Maine escape, complete with cozy inn and gourmet dinner. Hoping to do some snowshoeing, we arrived early. Our innkeeper recommended a nearby trail. “Should take you about an hour-and-a-half,’’ he estimated. What he had failed to add was, “by snowmobile!’’ On foot? Well. . . . We merrily tromped along, until we noticed we were following deer tracks, not footprints. Trail signage was obscured by snow cover. “Let’s build a snow shelter,’’ I suggested. That AMC course would finally pay off. “I’m a city boy from Newton. We don’t do snow shelters,’’ my husband said. He searched his backpack for flashlights and the space blanket and found - Yu-Gi-Oh! cards and Skittles! We had grabbed our son’s backpack by mistake. Hours later, we stumbled upon a house, with a nice lady who drove us to our car. We missed our gourmet dinner, but we had shared an adventure (and burgers at a local pub).

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