We did a lot today. We woke up and went to see the old North Bridge where the “shot heard around the world” was fired. Note that it is no longer the same bridge, which was a little disappointing but whatever. It was also interesting that we were the only tourists under 65, aside from one other British couple in their 30’s. This is how the whole trip has gone, though.
I was particularly impressed with how much respect the British soldiers were paid. Their graves were marked and decorated everywhere.
We then headed down to Walden Pond, which happened to be about 4 miles away. It was absolutely gorgeous. It was quite interesting that Thoreau wasn’t really out in the middle of nowhere. He was in plain view of the railroad (according to the plaque), and was only about a 30 minute’s walk to his parents’ house. Nevertheless, it was far enough. We rode our bikes around the pond. This pond is now on my top 5 favorite places list, in spite of our being about a week and a half early for prime fall foliage.
Freaky train. That thing was absolutely flying. Bree’s unnatural and unjustified fear of trains doesn’t seem to be going anywhere anytime soon (her words not mine)
Thoreau’s cabin site. Including the chimney. Needless to say, it wasn’t very big.
Bree showed me how to use the F-stop control to get better color out of our camera. That’s why today’s pictures look so legit.
Next we took our bikes onto Battlefield Road. It was kind of solemnizing to think that this stuff actually happened where we were standing – that on that narrow little road 1600 British troops marched through. It was also amazing that the minutemen weren’t hundreds of feet away picking the soldiers off like you see in paintings, but right up next them – behind walls and boulders 50 ft away and out of the houses which were even closer.
An old house foundation. A wounded British soldier was found lying on the porch there. The family took him in to dress his wounds.
Colonialists built these walls while clearing fields. They make great self-portrait shelves. This one was taken at ye olde tavern.
To make a long story shorter, we’ll skip the details on the cemetery that Bree liked in Concord. Following that we headed over to the Boston temple for some initiatories. Bree thinks the architecture is very fitting to the area. We capped the day off with a nice session of flying trapeze. It was awesome, and much more relaxing than one might expect. Kind of like skydiving.