Backpacking through New York, Montreal, and Boston

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My husband and I love to travel and, in 2023, we decided to take a trip backpacking through the Northeastern United States and Canada. We started by flying to New York City, and ended up in Boston by way of Montréal, upstate New York, and Vermont.
CW: rail foamer shots incoming.
Atlanta -> New York City#

Flying over Newark into Newark Liberty International Airport. Soprano’s theme song playing in our heads.

Taking the A train on the NYC Subway.

Central Park on a hot, wet, rainy day in July.

Midtown Manhattan looking towards Times Square.
New York City -> Montréal#
Originally, we planned to take the Amtrak Adirondack to Montreal, but, at the last minute, the train was canceled due to the summer heatwave. Fortunately, we were able to catch a Greyhound bus from Port Authority Bus Terminal, which took about 9 hours to get us to Gare d’autocars du Montréal. We had two wonderful days to explore the city full-time.

Berri-UQAM station in Montréal. Sorry for the mid-tier foamer shot.

We got poppy seed bagels from the famous St. Viateur Bagels in Mile-End.

My husband exploring a phone booth near Jean Talon Market.

Looking towards Downtown from Mont-Royal.

Enjoying some sandwiches and beer at BOSSA Prêt à manger in Verdun.

Selfie from our Airbnb. :)

Our backpacks packed and ready to go in our Montréal Airbnb. Onwards to Boston!
Montréal -> Boston#
After Montréal, we caught another 8-hour Greyhound bus from Gare d’autocars de Montréal to Boston South Station. In Boston, we stayed with friends, and honestly were pretty exhausted the whole time. Still, we rode some neat trains and ate some great food.

Vermont might be the most beautiful state.

Selfie with my husband on our 8-hour Greyhound to Boston.

Catching a red line train bound for Alewife.

Beautiful, foggy, and rustic view of Downtown Boston.

A great sandwich from Bricco Salumeria & Pasta Shop, enjoyed in the Boston Public Library.
Boston -> Atlanta#
Ultimately, we flew back to Atlanta right on my birthday, over a week after flying out. I don’t think I’ve ever been that relieved to see our cats again.

My husband, Dustin, hugging our cat, Nigel Thornberry. :)