Florida is wonderful, for what it is. But the hills call to me every time I'll listen. And while Albuquerque calmed my soul after the shock of '01, now that '11 has come and is almost gone, it's New England that's captured me, and I'm off to the hills every chance I get.
Two weeks until the semester begins, so I'm getting in as much outdoors time as possible while living in the conserves, and am taking interspersed urban jaunts into Boston or out to one of the rings.
Today, the ring is Gloucester. Again. Gloucester won over Khizer's heart yesterday after an afternoon walk down Main Street and a windows-down drive around Cape Ann. Today we're returning for a walk through Dogtown followed by fruit and veggie shopping at the farmer's market in Salem.
The pic I'm posting above is from today's walk with my pups, heading up Cat Rock in the Weston woods. This place is a 10-minute's walk from the commuter rail station at Kendal Green, just a couple miles south of Walden Pond. What a find!
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