Chestnut Hill Reservoir

So now that I am the proud possessor of a great bicycle I decided to take it out for a spin on Saturday after a pretty impressive thunderstorm (more on that later). On Friday after picking up my bike I road about 6 miles to get it home and run the errands that I needed to; I figured that after that much riding after not having ridden a bike in about 18 months that I would be pretty sore. I woke up Saturday morning sore alright, but not in the places I had expected. See, I figured that my legs would be sore from all that pedaling, or some other muscle related to biking kinds of motions. Nope, my arms hurt. A lot. Every muscle between my elbows and just above my shoulders screams in pain every time I move them. Apparently I grip the handlebars really tightly? Part of my inducement for a ride on Saturday was to help keep those muscles limber. It did result in them still being sore today... But anyways, my ride was fantastic. I kept it short and pretty flat. I rode down to the Chestnut Hill Reservoir near my house and then road on the trail all the way around it and back. It's a beautiful lake. Wow. And even prettier in the post-rain evening.

Chestnut Hill Reservoir

Waterworks Museum

Double rainbow!

Public Garden

After I explored the Common I headed over to the Public Garden. Which I will admit I liked more. The Common is nice, but the Public Garden has such a lovely Victorian charm to it. Where the Common is mostly unstructured space (so great for frisbee and kites) the Public Garden is much more landscaped and has a small lake in it. For me it is more my ideal. (But then you know how I love all things Victorian).

Also the year of the ascension of Queen Victoria, and the year the the LDS missionaries landed in Liverpool. 1837 was a busy year.

 

 

I don't know what these flowers are, but there were about 4 people trying to photograph them when I walked by.

Remember the book Make Way for Ducklings?

One of the Swan Boats. The Swan Boats began running in 1877.

The Ether Monument (or the Good Samaritan) commemorating the advent of ether used for anesthesia.

Of the places I've visited in Boston (all about 3 of them) the Public Garden is one of my favorites.