I looked at the map and decided that due to the postage-stamp size of the place, I might have to walk the trails at Menotomy Rocks Park twice to get in a half hour, which would be good. It would give me extra time to figure out what a Menotomy was.
I am an idiot.
I started out by Hills Pond, and wound around its edges. Up into the woods I went, and started to realize that my eyes were deceived by the map. Menotomy Rocks Park - named for the early name of Arlington and the rocks that dominate the park - was much bigger in practice than theory. For that, I was glad.
And what a band of merry-goers was here today! Two girls played on a huge rope swing dangling from a supporting tree. Moms and dads watched over bands of kids climbing the rocks mostly for acknowledgment from their parents. A young boy fished in the pond while his mom sat nearby reading a book, supportive of her son's pusuits, but also thankful for the few moments of escape she could get from diving into frivolous fiction. Benches throughout the park offered views, of woods, of water, of rocks.
Vandals had struck here in the past, but I decided that I was just glad they weren't followed by the Goths and Visigoths (that's my second Ancient Rome joke this year, and, I promise, my last). I left with a wonderful amount of appreciation for all that the Friends of Menotomy Rocks Park had done to create and maintain this special place.