Showing posts with label great blue hill. Show all posts
Showing posts with label great blue hill. Show all posts

Thursday, February 17, 2011

33 - 2/17/2011


Initial Impressions
Christopher Setterlund


33 – 2/17/2011 – In My Footsteps Trip


         -->   Took a trip to Canton, Sharon, and Foxboro today.  200 total driving miles, $20 in gas.
            The first stop was the 700 foot Great Blue Hill and a foot or so of snow on the entire way up.  Sure, it was in the 50’s today but that did not melt much snow.  The entire hike up the mini-mountain was like the scene in Rocky IV with Stallone running up the mountain.  The view from the observatory at the top of Great Blue Hill was sick, the Boston skyline was visible although melting snow made a bit of fog.
            There was also a small collection of wildlife at the Blue Hills Trailside Museum.  The otter was so cute he was doing laps around the tank, flipping off the walls of the tank and swimming upside down.  The only downside was the pair of deer that spent the whole time licking each other, legs, asses, it was like animal porn.
            My shoes were soaked from the snow pretty quickly, I also ended up getting pretty busted up from the piles of heavily compacted snow.  Taking a few photos of the Canton Viaduct I sunk in the snow and I tell you hitting that packed snow was like smashing my shin on the front step.  It was worth it though, that viaduct is like something out of ancient Rome.
            There was some sort of black box in front of the Canton Town Hall.  I am trying to figure out what the hell it was.  Time capsule?  Sculpture?  Pointless or useless?  Maybe, it had some cool things carved into it though.
            Driving through Sharon, a back street neighborhood, I saw some white trash looking guy in a white-t and boxer shorts walking, blowing his nose all over the snow.  Then I saw him later leaving Walgreens and wanted a photo but he was looking.  Didn’t want snot blown on my windshield by that loser.
            Thought for a moment about hiking up the 300 foot Moose Hill in Sharon, but my ruined hip, knee, and shin told me to forget about it.  I found it odd that while walking through the deep snow it was only my right leg that sunk down in over and over.  What is that?  Does my left side weigh less?
            Went back to Borderland Park in Sharon/Easton.  I was able to skip the $2 fee to get in, it’s called ignoring the toll booth.  There was way too much mud thanks to it getting up near 60 by this time.  I did get to take some crazy shots of the Ames Mansion though.  Some workers in a truck stopped to watch me since I looked drunk stumbling in the snow, only the right leg sinking in of course.  Tried to explain this to an old couple walking by but they ignored me or pretended they were deaf.
            Foxboro started out as a total bust since the historic homes I was looking for were either not where they were supposed to be, or they were being lived in, and had no place for me to park to take a shot.  Can’t just stop in the middle of the road, well, usually.
            Going to Gillette Stadium and Patriot Place more than made up for it.  Ate at Five Guys for the first time and had my mind blown.  Having lunch in the shadow of Gillette was pretty bad ass.  Then I got to get pretty close to the field, some great shots.  I almost got in but the field worker chickened out.  Just needed 2 minutes but no, he was more worried about his precious job.
            I found this old school, Paine School, in Foxboro.  Behind it was this weird stone tower with stairs leading up to it.  No sign, no plaque to tell me what it is.  All I know is the railing leading up was wobbly and the stairs were covered with ice, horray.  I ended up with soaked shoes, socks, and the bottom foot of my pants again after blasting my heat to dry them.
            I stopped on the side of the road to shoot an historic home, no harm right?  Then I went to leave and ripped a huge patch thanks to the mud, car covered, yeah, doesn’t make me look too suspicious.

            Song of the DayHearts On Fire by John Cafferty.  From Rocky IV, I heard it in my head as I scaled Great Blue Hill, I did not shout ‘Drago!!’ at the top though.  Buy the mp3 here and go train!

            Quote of the Day – “Great view, huh?”  Field worker at Gillette Stadium to me as I drooled clinging to the gates only a hundred feet from the football field.  He would not let me in, said he’d get in trouble.   

            Photos of the Day:
Canton Viaduct

So close to the field at Gillette.

View of Boston from the top of Great Blue Hill.

What the hell is this tower?  Behind Paine School in Foxboro.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

32 - 2/16/2011


Initial Impressions

32 – 2/16/2011


I am not sure now what is worse, the swollen meatheads at the gym, or the little gym sluts.  Sure the sluts are nicer to look at than a bunch of guys walking like monkeys but the gym sluts coming in dressed like they’re going clubbing is way too distracting.  Hey, go back to what you do best, working out in the back seat of some high school guy’s car.
                In a related story, there were two hot girls from the gym walking home as I left.  Thought hard about picking one or both up.  My Skinemax fantasy quickly turned to some sort of Fatal Attraction where I get killed and they steal my car and my organs.  That would be my luck so I left them to walk.
                So first the Yankees jerk around Derek Jeter, now the Cardinals are jerking around Albert Pujols?  If Pujols is not a top-5 player in baseball I’d like to see the list so I can laugh at it.
                I am prone to say that if you dream about the same thing/person 3 nights in a row, including twice in the same night that your brain might be trying to tell you something.
                I never thought that I would actually have MORE energy by ingesting LESS caffeine.  How is that possible? 
Jessica Alba is pregnant again.  I will reiterate how damn lucky her husband is, she is so hot you need a fire retardant suit just to think about her.
A perfect time to pull something in my hip is when I am planning on hiking up Great Blue Hill in Canton tomorrow.  Mile up and back, 635 feet high, sure no problem, I’ll be hurting more tomorrow night.
I still think that the ‘chinless fat’ guy from the gym is going to find his way into a book of mine at some point.  They guy is just money when it comes to laughter.
I have said it before and I’ll say it again.  Relationships are like cars.  When your car breaks down over and over and over what do you do?  Do you keep on pouring money into something that is dying?  No, you save your time and money and you go get a new car, one that works.  Wow, is that so hard to figure out?  I guess you have to go through it to understand, I did.  Who’s next?
Really loving the raspberry-melon Gatorade.  Highly recommend everyone go and try it.
How is it that we have a thousand types of Cheerios but they can’t find room for Count Chocula anymore?  Madness people.
I have two new books up on Amazon in the Kindle store.  Go and check out the horror/suspense story Seventh Island Light and the children’s book Goot's Mission.

Need You Now by Lady Antebellum is my choice for today’s Song of the Day.  You can buy the mp3 here.
Photo of the Day:
Fort Rodman, New Bedford, Ma.