Category Archive:Moosin Around

Even in a big city like Boston I reminded myself – I live in Alaska – I make my own fun. Part of that fun was to see Boston from a different perspective. Yes, I did it. I boarded a Duck and took a tour that was fun and entertaining and educational as well. And . . . I got to go ONTO the Charles River without being in a boat – or getting wet. Well, mostly I didn’t get wet, but I was in the front seat and near an open window and the Duck kicked up some waves. So, I got sprinkled.

Here are some pics from that tour.

gas lights! more cool architecture


Elephants! from a Duck! In Boston? Yup. The driver was chatting away and telling us about the sights along the way when he, very disappointingly, stated we would have to detour because the police had that road blocked off. Then he got excited and said “get your cameras – get your cameras – this is even better!” And we were treated to a parade of elephants headed toward the Gardens for the circus later that night. Cool! We also heard about Jumbo – or the remains of Jumbo – the mascot for Tufts University.

The last one, the smallest, is the STAR as you can see.

going down onto the Charles River hey, look, another Duck! row, row, row sailing, sailing cormorants capital dome suffolk county jail we're headed out - they're waiting to come in part of the Berlin Wall (Reagan said "tear down this wall!") a castle! just a reflection of our former selves

After the Duck arrived safely back to its street-berth I caught a cab back to the hotel. It was an interesting ride wherein the cabbie tried to deposit me at a hotel not my own . . . and had to be convinced it really was not where I needed to go. I did finally arrive back safely and look back fondly at my “own fun” time.

On one day I decided to take a trek – getting lost wasn’t my plan, but finding my way around was (exhaustingly) fun. On that day I walked over 6 miles according to my fitbit and, according to my ankles and knees. I walked from my hotel to Boston Common and through the Public Gardens on my way to Commonwealth Avenue Mall (Comm. Ave. Mall to the locals) because I wanted especially to see the Women’s Monuments to Lucy Stone, Phillis Wheatley and Abigail Adams. It was worth the walk.

It was interesting to me, as a writer, just how many of the monuments were erected to writers. Oh, they were other things as well, but it was noted that they were writers – poets – thinkers. So very glad I took that day to wander about to see these. Also, very thankful for the many conveniently placed benches for my weary legs.

I recently took a trip to Boston to meet my “imaginary” friends as hubbymoose calls them. This is not my first such trip to meet folks I’ve known online. I trust it will not be my last. It is so much fun to meet face to face and to hear the voices of those folks who have shared many milestones through blog-dom and facebook over the years.

I love brick and I love quirky architecture – this post will show some of the great buildings in and around Boston. Many thanks to Ms. Shelley for sharing her lovely city.

A couple of things of note . . .
I crossed the FINISH line of the Boston Marathon several times while there. Each time brought my thoughts to the victims of that senseless tragedy.

Fenway Park – for all my baseball lovers out there.

The taped sign . . . in Alaska that would be Duck (TM) Tape, of course – and the pineapple of welcome (spotted also in Rhode Island later in the week)

Some of these pics were taken while driving around the city with Ms. Shelley. Others were taken while I traipsed around on foot getting lost in the city. :)

She flapped her arms as the cloud of insects swarmed over her head. “Miserable beasts!”

Derek hid a smile. This was the first crack in Katherine’s armor he’d ever seen.

Surprisingly, fishing had been her idea. He was country; loved to fish and hunt. Katherine had grown up in a more urban setting; loved frou-frou things like mani-pedis.

When she suggested they head to the Russian River to fish he simply said, “I’ll get the gear ready. Pack a lunch will you?”

Mosquitoes outnumbered salmon as they packed to leave.

“Can we come back sometime?”

“For you, my Katie love, anything!”
The fish are in, the fish are in, the fish are in! Craziness has settled onto “the Kenai” because the fish are in.

This post is written in response to TWO prompts . . . aren’t I just the adventurous one???? The trifecta editors asked for CRACK and Velvet Verbosity asked for FLAPPED.

Thank you to the editors at trifecta who chose my 3 Little Words as the top finisher. It is my first FIRST place! I am honored.

And, just for VV whose McShirty has just undergone hip surgery, and who wanted a margarita emailed . . . I hope this will help:

It is that time of year in small town ‘laska . . . dipnetting season. For less than three weeks hordes of ‘laskans head to my end of the state. They come with old clothes, waders, huge nets, coolers, and an enormous appetite for spending hours standing in frigid water up to their ‘pits seeking the ever elusive red salmon.

At the same time they seek reds local setnetters are, well . . . setting their nets and driftnetters are . . . drifting in Cook Inlet. The “sport” fishing guides are guiding their clients up and down the Kenai River in search of king salmon, but will take their share of reds as well.

And, I? I, whose hubby dislikes anything that swims (gasp!!) being offered to him on his dinner plate? I, who grew up with and LOVE eating fish (good old catholic background – fish on Fridays – to be blamed for that)? I, am relegated to watching from above . . . watching and taking pictures.

You can find them at my facebook home, but I will share a few with you here also.

click for larger view, of course

And . . . for your viewing pleasure . . . Mt Redoubt in my rearview