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I took a 33-mile ride today, to the end of the Minuteman Bikeway and back [map], with a break in the middle to hike around in the Great Meadows for half an hour. It would've been a bit shorter, but the Fitchburg Cutoff Bikepath was closed for renovations, so I had to turn back and take Concord Ave. to Alewife. I'm exhausted, but it was deliciously clarifying, as well as just plain delicious — turns out there's a farmers' market at the end of the Minuteman, where I bought fudge and was given free samples of Flatbread's tomato pesto pizza.
I saw: a troupe of hula-hoopers, waders and sunbathers at the brilliantly blue Spy Pond, purple wildflowers to the horizon in the Great Meadows, the inside of a vintage Boston & Maine Railroad passenger car, a canoe with wheels some guys were trying to paddle up onto shore, a stack of firewood the size of a house, an unseen drummer behind a rusted-out tank on the banks of the Charles, and a reasonably endless parade of bikers, runners, walkers, and in-line skaters.
Mechanical issues: zero. This inner tube seems to be doing better than the last five.
I saw: a troupe of hula-hoopers, waders and sunbathers at the brilliantly blue Spy Pond, purple wildflowers to the horizon in the Great Meadows, the inside of a vintage Boston & Maine Railroad passenger car, a canoe with wheels some guys were trying to paddle up onto shore, a stack of firewood the size of a house, an unseen drummer behind a rusted-out tank on the banks of the Charles, and a reasonably endless parade of bikers, runners, walkers, and in-line skaters.
Mechanical issues: zero. This inner tube seems to be doing better than the last five.
