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Circumcaroline
May. 31st, 2010 01:32 amI rode the entire length of the Charles River Bikeway (aka the Paul Dudley White Bicycle Paths) today, tacking on the Charles River Reservation paths in Watertown at the western end to bring the total above 20 miles. This was a personal record for a single trip, and I didn't find it too taxing; I only struggled when I met up with a strong headwind in the last six miles or so. My planned camping excursion will be 33 miles each way (two days apart), so this is training, of a sort. It's seeming do-able.
The Charles River Reservation in Watertown is lush and shady-green and quiet. Boardwalks carried me above the plant life in many places, with frequent viewing platforms projecting out into the river for spying on the geese and cormorants. I've lived a mile and a half away from this Eden for three years — why didn't anyone tell me! Door to door, a round trip through the reservation only takes half an hour.
At the other end of my route, the bike path curled around the keyhole-shaped Lechmere Canal behind the Cambridgeside Galleria, then a detour across the Monsignor O'Brien Highway took me to the charming, Super Mario-esque North Point Park. It's an oasis of green islands sculpted in soft geometries, with a nifty playground populated by leaping water streams and very enthusiastic children. I took a 20-minute break, taking in the lovely views of the Zakim Bridge and the Museum of Science, before heading home.
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adfamiliares and I finally made it to Pizzeria Posto for dinner, after being daunted by the wait time on my birthday. There was no waiting tonight, and inside was the most authentic Italian food we've yet found in Boston. Our antipasti were crispy pigs' ears with lemon aioli (good, as fried ears go) and a grilled octopus and white bean salad that was more bean than octopus (which might have been a problem if the beans hadn't been amazingly good). Her pizza was sopressata and pepper, mine was white anchovy; both came on thin, crispy-charred, wood-fired crusts smothered in fresh arugula greens. Nom1. The bill was about $50; the waitress was extremely attentive. I was starving after my ride, and was groaning-full when I got up from the table; even so, writing about the pizzas here is making me want to go back.
1 The "nom nom nom" internet meme is making me rethink the fifth Thomas Covenant book. In particular, is Cookie Monster in danger of summoning Sandgorgons? Discuss.
The Charles River Reservation in Watertown is lush and shady-green and quiet. Boardwalks carried me above the plant life in many places, with frequent viewing platforms projecting out into the river for spying on the geese and cormorants. I've lived a mile and a half away from this Eden for three years — why didn't anyone tell me! Door to door, a round trip through the reservation only takes half an hour.
At the other end of my route, the bike path curled around the keyhole-shaped Lechmere Canal behind the Cambridgeside Galleria, then a detour across the Monsignor O'Brien Highway took me to the charming, Super Mario-esque North Point Park. It's an oasis of green islands sculpted in soft geometries, with a nifty playground populated by leaping water streams and very enthusiastic children. I took a 20-minute break, taking in the lovely views of the Zakim Bridge and the Museum of Science, before heading home.
adfamiliares and I finally made it to Pizzeria Posto for dinner, after being daunted by the wait time on my birthday. There was no waiting tonight, and inside was the most authentic Italian food we've yet found in Boston. Our antipasti were crispy pigs' ears with lemon aioli (good, as fried ears go) and a grilled octopus and white bean salad that was more bean than octopus (which might have been a problem if the beans hadn't been amazingly good). Her pizza was sopressata and pepper, mine was white anchovy; both came on thin, crispy-charred, wood-fired crusts smothered in fresh arugula greens. Nom1. The bill was about $50; the waitress was extremely attentive. I was starving after my ride, and was groaning-full when I got up from the table; even so, writing about the pizzas here is making me want to go back.1 The "nom nom nom" internet meme is making me rethink the fifth Thomas Covenant book. In particular, is Cookie Monster in danger of summoning Sandgorgons? Discuss.
