Being without a car in Boston is not being without a car in Portland. Sure, both cities are very bike-friendly. Both have decent transportation systems. Both could be better to pedestrians, but have at least some respect for the walker. But the most glaring difference I’ve found is in the places outside the city I can get to easily without a car. In Boston, I can get to the beach or to hiking trails. Ok sure, even if I take the commuter rail the beach isn’t that great, but it’s ocean. The mountains are not that far away, but for me it means renting a car or being reliant on others. I hate reliance.
So when the vehicle I was relying on for my Labor Day hike fell through, I was in a bit of a quandry. I could bus myself up to Forest Park and explore around a little, and that probably would’ve been surprisingly good. But it seems so far to bus in order to walk. I decided to ramble more locally. This is what I found:
1) Random exercise signs that had been uprooted from who knows where and lovingly placed face down between tall pines.
2) Slugs. Lots of slugs. Brown, red, ridged, and green with blackish-brown spots. Also a few pickle-colored ones.
3) Birches cut off at the roots and regrowing in thick bundles with multiple trunks.
4) An old aluminum clothesline, still shiny.
5) A trash heap or possibly a former resting place for squatters.
6) Access trails that ramble off into nothingness.
7) Trails made by goats.
8) Trails made by goats with really long legs and wearing boots. Or humans.
9) A spider spinning a dandelion seed out of its web as the wind tugged and threatened the entire spanning structure.
10) The baking tops of ridges and the tinglingly cool depths of damp ravines.
More’s going up on the other blog as I add words to the pics to keep my writing hand in habit (and now that link is fixed…).