Concord, MA

As life will probably only have us in the Boston area until the end of May, Blake and I are determined to make that time count. This means embracing everything - beach days, Portsmouth, Newburyport, Rockport, Halloween parties, the Topsfield Fair, etc. Most of these things involve outdoor activity, so we're even more pressed for time. Of course, a few activities on that list will fall by the wayside. Not this weekend, though.

I am equally obsessed with the historical and the literary, so our natural first destination was Concord. Blake had been to this great town as a child, and appreciated it as only a distractible, basketball-loving, video game-playing twelve year old can. He recalled that he and his brothers spent the day chasing their mother with salamanders to provoke an early departure. God help me if I ever end up with five boys.

This time around, I think Blake enjoyed it more. Probably not as much as I did, but I couldn't possibly expect someone to enjoy Concord to that extent. From the time we got to the Minute Man National Park to the time we left the Old North Bridge, I don't think I stopped saying, "Can you imagine?!" and "Blake, the Red Coats were here!" Remember Will Ferrell in "Elf"? Yep, something like that...

Here's the inevitable picture reel:

Minute Man National Park

Fiske Hill

Home of Hawthorne, Louisa May Alcott, and Margaret Sidney

Yes, I am about to pee myself in my excitement

Walking around the park

Old North Bridge

Blake on the bridge

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