The Urban Pantheist

It was an uncommonly nice first day of spring (probably one of the 10 best days of the year) so I took Charlie on a longer walk than usual. This is our old friend The Muddy River, another mile or two downstream than you usually see it on my journal.

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The Fens are former salt marsh in the center of what is now Boston. Cut off from the ocean by a dam across the Charles River, protected and landscaped by city fathers and Edward Law Olmsted, it's a quiet swamp park surrounded by museums, universities, busy neighborhoods, and the nation's oldest ball park. The Muddy River winds slowly through it.
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For those of you who are not Bostonians or otherwise in the know, the Fenway is the name of a city park (and the road that runs along it). The Muddy River winds through the Fenway before meeting the Charles. There's a famous baseball field nearby. On Sunday I balanced some rocks on one of the many puddingstone bridges in the park.

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Yes, I finally got off my lazy, bloated, car-softened rump and rode my bicycle. Now I have to do it a little bit every day until I don't feel like I'm going to die of an asthma attack before getting blood blisters on my perineum. Damn, I'm out of shape!

I know someone is going to chide me for taking a picture while riding my bike, so I shot this video for you:( Read more... )