I finished my morning of walking with another old familiar trail, the hike to the top of Great Blue Hill.
It's one of the most vertical trails I've ever walked. And me, being gravitationally challenged (for those of you in the Boston area, that's fancy talk for "wicked fat"), well, I felt every foot in elevation. It's incredible how just that change in incline from a normal flatlander's path to a hillside works a completely different set of muscles, and tires one out so much quicker.
Beyond that fact, there's the trail itself. It's heavily rocky, and that's the way it should be. The hill is studded with chunks of blue rock, hence the name of the range, the Blue Hills, and if there had been an attempt in the past to clear the trail of it, it didn't take. And that's not surprising, considering that gravity thing I mentioned earlier. I'm sure the footing on the trail is constantly changing as rocks tumble and fall, pushed and pulled by the whims of rain, snow and mud. It's as nature intended.
The goal for me on this trail is always the Eliot observation tower, named for the man whose vision shaped the Massachusetts state park system. A short walk around the corner brings one to the Rotch observatory, from which come all the weather updates we hear on the radio in the Boston area.
The views are worth the walk, from the Boston city skyline to the harbor islands and beyond. A little sweat and heavy breathing? Eh, another day at the office for me.