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Monday, May 19, 2003
Call me clueless. Five years in this fair city and I never knew that an easy means of naturific escape was less than a half hour drive south, straight down 93.
In our need to get the hell out of dodge, to flee the masses of confused parents and relatives of thousands of area college graduates, we decided on a Sunday morning hike in the green-covered Blue Hills. It ended up being the perfect prescription for a concrete-and-crowd overdose. First we checked out the animals at the trailside museum, which included some red hawks, brother and sister river otters, a curious fox, a couple of turkeys, and a beautiful snow owl. I swear, I could have watched those two river otters play together all day and not have gotten bored. After we finally pulled ourselves away from 'em, we hit the summit loop trail that led up to Eliot Tower, where we took in an unbelievable view of the Boston skyline. I'd never seen the cityscape from this perspective before, and it was totally breathtaking. Sunday was a clear day, so we could see for many, many miles in every direction. If it weren't for the arrival of a horde of screaming, excited kids, I would have hung out up in the tower quite awhile longer. Back down the rolling, rocky trail we went, lungs full of fresh air and shirts spotted with sweat. Like I said, change in perspective does a brain and body good. It was a great, if brief, half-day trip... despite our getting trapped by a massive street-closing parade in Mattapan on the way home. Next time, we'll hike a longer trail, and take a different route back to Allston.  |
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