This was yesterday. Patriot’s Day. Boston Marathon Day. I was biking with my buddy Tracey. (She ran Boston last year in the heat…and finished.) We stopped to check the women’s elite results and continued to check the progress of a friend.
Then bombs and unfolding news swirled around my short run with my 7 year old later that day. At an event focused around what I have come to love: Running. Families, children watching loved ones finish a physical quest to only be physically destroyed. Absolutely horrible.
Boston is my “big” city. The Boston Public Library was a sort of hub from where we explored. My father was Maine State Librarian for years and we accompanied him on many trips that centered around the library and nearby sites. I was a total country mouse and Boston gave me confidence about cities. It’s history is rich and deep and I am not sure you can understand the United States without knowing Boston & it’s environ’s history. So, again, a feeling of place is lost.
Here’s a neat 39-minute history of Rockport (and Camden, kinda), Maine. It’s good to be reminded that this neck of the woods was highly industrial back in the day, producing ice and lime and building ships that were transported and sailed all over the world. There are great interviews with a handful of midcoast elders and a fun segment on Andre the seal.
The Camdenite/Rockporter rivalry that caused the two towns to split is pretty funny to think about in the context of today. Apparently rocks would be thrown at the town line with jeers of:
Camden bums live on rum, Rockport paddywackers live on soda crackers.
Here’s to history!
Trail Running in the FL
I knew I’d be able to eek out some trail runs on vacation in Florida. The only sketch factor was the exotic bug/animal factor. Coming from up north it always seems more scary than the rare reality of encountering a water moccasin or feral pig (wha?). Florida can be a hot, humid, altered reality that freaks me out then I go to a preserve or state park &, bam, awesome. (FL has 10% of the lower-48 wetlands, wetlands cover ~30% of FL. I love wetland flora & fauna!)
Estero Bay Preserve is ~3.5 miles from my Mom’s & the map showed a few miles of trails so I could get away from the concrete sidewalks for awhile. The trails ended up being overgrown, flooded in places, & muddy. Also lots of churned ground from the feral pigs. The flooded areas were a little freaky due to gators but I just kept an eye out and sallied forth. I forgot all about the snake factor & didn’t see any. So a perfect adventure from water to mud to hard pan sand flats with the super bonus of running in just shorts & a t-shirt instead of my 5° layered runs back home. Fun!