Mid-afternoon Monday, I headed up the Charles River as far as the Moody Street fish ladder, to see if the river herring were still running, and to see to it that I was riding. They weren't, I was, the weather was fine, and I renewed my acquaintance with a favorite route that I hadn't visited this year,
23 miles through Arlington, Cambridge, Allston, Brighton, Newton, Waltham, Watertown, and Belmont, on a gamut of surfaces ranging from pavement to stone dust to dirt to duck board.
Largest Braille text in Massachusetts.
The Watertown dam. No fish jumping here.
The shallows in front of the Watertown dam. During a herring run, this stretch of water should be mobbed by opportunistic gulls. One serene heron does not a herring run make.
Speaking of serenity...
Moody Street: lots of ladder, lots of river, no herring.
Exclamation point!
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