Salem Massachusetts is one of my favorite places in New England and is just a quick ferry ride from Boston. When I was little and we lived in Boston, my parents took day trips to the little town that is packed with history.  Fall in New England is known for the vibrant colors and amazing views, but Salem offers even more. I love boats and I love the sea with all of that salty air washing over you. Hey, one of my nicknames is Salty, no lie! I love history, cobblestone streets and hidden passageways in very old houses and imagining the life of the pioneers before me. How difficult their lives must have been and how ‘simple living’ now a days was necessity to live in those days. Salem offers you an amazing opportunity to learn about our ancestors, the pioneers that paved the way and how fear can create chaos with even the ones you love.

A few years ago before moving to the Midwest, a friend and I visited Salem and marked out all of the places we wanted to go and see. We camped on Winter Island where there is one road in and the same road out with the gate being locked at 10pm. As soon as you get to the island, you remember why you are choosing to camp in October in the wicked cold. The views are amazing and if you are lucky to get one of the tent sites that is closer to the water you literally wake up to the slap of salty air in your face with the ocean right outside your zipped door.



While I miss quite a few things about New England, one of the things I love about the Midwest is that we are surrounded by water. There is literally a body of water every which direction you look which means you can kayak a different lake every weekend for a year and more. When we first moved to Wisconsin, we were closest to Lake Geneva, which boasts 5,262 acres and is 135 feet deep at its deepest spot. To sum it up, Lake Geneva is huge and a ton of fun if you have a large boat or know someone with a boat. However, it’ s not necessarily the best lake for a kayaker, or at least a country girl kayaker that is used to glass-like water and silence. So for the fiarst few years, I rarely took the Kayak out on the water in fear of being capsized and eaten alive by the giant walleye fish and apparently plate-size bluegills that the locals talk about.