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Said I Think I’ll Go To Boston… (Day 5)

What a day… Let me start out by saying that I absolutely love Boston. Easily my favorite of the cities we’ve gone to thus far. I can’t exactly put my finger on exactly what it was about the city that’s enthralled me the way it has; whether it be the fact that it’s simply a gorgeous city, the ravenous sports fans, the history, the collegiate atmosphere, some undefinable trait, or a combination of all of those things and then some — I’m sold on Boston.

I started the day out with a run. I hadn’t been at all this trip, which was making for a long stretch between runs for yours truly, and that was starting to make me pretty unhappy. It kind of came back to bite me, what with all the walking and standing we had planned for the day, but it was worth it. We left the hotel, and found our way to an underground parking place towards the center of town. We emerged right by what’s called “the freedom trail” — a path leading you throughout the city from one historic site to another — since we were right there, we figured we’d grab a map of it, and start following. For some insane reason, my Dad decided that despite the fact he’s been to Boston several times, that it was a good idea for me to take the lead with the map. This proved to be a somewhat unwise idea when I ended up taking us in the exact opposite direction we were supposed to go (after that first mishap, I was able to get my bearings, and had no troubles the rest of the day).

The path was relatively neat… We saw a couple cool old churches, Paul Revere’s house and such. Eventually it lead us over a bridge and up to the Bunker Hill monument, which closely resembled the Washington monument. We saw that you were allowed to climb the 290 steps to the top if you wanted, so obviously Patrick C. decided he wanted to try running to the top… Jake and I elected to run the first 70 or so and walk the rest; once we caught our breath, the view from the top of the monument was worth well the burning thighs and sore feet. We left the monument, walked to the harbor and took a quick look at Ol’ Ironsides, and then it was time for more walking. By this time, Jake was ready to put an end to the walking portion of the tour and start taking cabs, but with Patrick C. on a call and in full stride, he was out of luck (to his credit, he kept along like quite the trooper).

We spent the next few hours walking through various parts of Boston, just enjoying the city itself. As the clock neared 7, you could practically feel the city start to come alive. The excitement seemed to radiate through the streets, as crowds began to form from out of nowhere, funneling towards Fenway.

I can’t really say that I’ve quite experienced anything like my first game at Fenway… Our tickets were in the standing room only section, but to put it as the guy who was walking towards the stadium with us did when my Dad asked him if those were crappy seats: “You’re in Fenway… The Sox are playin… I don’t really get where the question is here…” Once we walked through the gate and into Yawkey Way, it was like you’d arrived at the world’s largest family reunion. It didn’t matter who you were, or where you came from, as long as you were wearing some type of Red Sox gear – you were family. We got some Fenway food, walked on up to where we were to stand for the rest of the game, and stood back to soak in the baseball goodness. Even if the game was no good, the experience would’ve been a lasting memory on its own; but the Sox had a 4 run 7th inning to come from behind to win the game, which sweetened the experience all the more.

After the game, we walked from the Ballpark back into town and to our car. I’m fairly certain we were all running on fumes by that point, and incredibly relieved to be able to sit down for the first time all day once we reached our car. We got back to the hotel pretty late, and of course I’m up even later, so I’ll put an end to this entry now. None of the pictures are really going to do this day/this town/or this game any justice (and the camera died during the baseball game, so we didn’t get as many pics there as we would’ve liked), but it’s days like today that trips like this are made for.

(Apologies that this entry was also pretty void of humor or entertainment value — I’m way too tired to be clever tonight)

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4 Responses to "Said I Think I’ll Go To Boston… (Day 5)"

  1. Fun! I’ve always wanted to see Boston.

  2. I called it, I knew Boston would be your favorite. I love it too!!! Didn’t you think all of the old brownstones were soooo cool?! Soooo pretty & old. I love old things, I guess thats why I love your dad!! ha ha ha

  3. Wow mom, lets just leave the humor to Justin shall we? Boston sounds awesome, wish I was there! Even though your blog lacked the usual humor, it was still very enjoyable. Your writing abilites almost made me feel like I was there, almost…

  4. Justin,
    I work for your dad and have been following your blog trip off an on. I’m just glossing over your posts but it looks like a great trip so far. I know your going over to northern NY state so I wanted to recommend a couple of quick 1/2 day stops if you have the time after you leave Boston.

    1) Mt Washington, NH…. you won’t forget it. Brutal even in summer it’s only 6,288 ft but the weather is unreal. There’s an auto road and summit house at the top that has food, etc. The last time I hiked up was July 4, 2000. The temp at the summit house was 32 degress with wind and snow showers!!

    2) Mt Mansfield, VT. Highest point in Vermont. Road access is paved and it’s short hike to the summit. Beautiful views of Lake Champlain.


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