It’s been nine months since we moved to Massachusetts and some days I still am in awe of the history surrounding us and in all directions. Don’t get me wrong, some days I’m also completely immune to it. Another stone wall rambling alongside the road? Snooze. An old garrison from the Revolutionary War just sitting there 6 feet from the road? Yawn. But some days, and Wednesday was one of them, I am speechless and completely enthralled. Wednesday, I decided to take advantage of more good weather (and an extended preschool day) and drive the 15 minutes to Concord so Prairie and I could walk a portion of the Battle Road Trail. The Battle Road Trail runs five miles, winding through the farmland, woods, and wetlands between Concord and Lexington. More specifically, it is also the route the British took from Boston into Concord to seize munitions stored by colonists. On April 19, 1775 after the brief battle at the
~ This is how our Patriot’s Day began – a beautiful, crisp morning in Concord watching a reenactment of a skirmish between the Red Coats and Minutemen followed by a parade, watched from atop a stone wall. The rest of the day was spent in disbelief and horror, watching and reading news about the explosions at the Boston Marathon. I still can’t really process it and how people can do this to each other. The city will never be quite the same for me.