Did you know that Boston Harbor is teeming with smallish, uninhabited islands? One of them houses the nation's oldest lighthouse, another is covered in many feet of Big Dig dirt, and another is home to a massive sewage treatment plant. We recently took a ferry to Georges island, the bulk of which is taken up by historic Fort Warren, in operation from 1847 to 1947. It's now operated by the National Park Service, which allows visitors to do whatever they like at the fort- exploring the grounds, running through its cavernous interior, playing frisbee on its parade grounds, etc.
Our reason for being there was a work celebration. We all left from work, walked to the subway station (coolers of meat in tow), rode the subway to the harbor, and took a ferry to the island, where we grilled, played and gave a fitting farewell to summer.
[On the subway]
[In line]
[At the island]
[You can see Boston from here!]
Hello Autumn
Apparently autumn means orchard season. Meg and I went with some friends to an apple orchard for some apple-picking. More importantly for me, we got to do some leaf peeping and some apple cider doughnut eating.
[Fall is in the air at the apple orchard]
Some things never change
Also this month, my bike was stolen! As you may remember, my bike was so junky that it was essentially not useable. I therefore didn't even bother to use my lock when storing it at home in the side yard. But alas, someone (presumably the homeless guy who rummages through our recycle bins for bottles) decided they wanted my bike anyway. They were at least kind enough to take the lock out of my basket and leave it on the ground for me to use on my next bike.
[There used to be a bike here. Now there's just a lock.]
And so it goes.
