Two days driving pushes the Countdown back a bit and has me thinking about travel. The most disappointing tourism / travel experience ever and the worst way up a mountain are tied for #1.
Plymouth Rock / Snowshoes
Plymouth Rock is a sham of the highest order. Some rock, which isn’t really the rock and is split in two as I recall, laying in some half-assed crypt assembled with supplies you’d get from Menards. It’s all a ruse to get you to wander across there street, and drown your sorrows in some saltwater taffy. The worst travel experience since the Donner Party.
Clamp some ironing boards to your feet. Ascend into hip flexor hell. With no hope of taffy.