In March of 1776, the American colonists were struggling in their war of independence against the British. Boston Harbor was entirely overrun by the powerful British Navy, who had ammunition enough to raze the entire city.
At the suggestion of Henry Knox, a long-time supporter of American independence and one of the early volunteers at the Battle of Bunker Hill, George Washington dispatched a small mission, led by Knox, to Fort Ticonderoga in New York State to retrieve some of the British canons won in the battle of Fort Ticonderoga in 1775. The Ticonderoga canons were then dragged by horse and oxen some 300 miles in February snow (and I imagine they were not using main roadways either) to Boston. Upon their arrival in Boston in March, 1776, the canons were perched atop Dorchester Heights late at night and aimed at the sleeping British fleet. The British Fleet were forced to evacuate Boston Harbor for good. Today, Evacuation Day is celebrated on March 17th in Boston and Cambridge.
On March 18th and 19th, I celebrated my own evacuation day and liberated my motorcycle from my basement!:
Unfortunately, I had some problems trying to navigate it out the door and into the yard:
By the time I finally got the bike picked up, it was too dark and cold to ride. I put my bike in the garage and planned on waking up early the next day.
I live on the South Shore of Massachusetts and right near the water; as I type this, I can see Boston Harbor and the Boston Skyline off to the North. Some of my favorite local roads go by lovely water views of the Harbor and Massachusetts Bay. Since I've been away for a while, I wanted to revisit these spots and smell the salt air.
First stop was in Scituate, on a small residential road that has this one view of the open water that I just die for:
Further south, I found a new spot that I'd never seen. This is a boat-loading ramp in Humarock, at the Yacht Club there:
I went a little further south, and then came back through Hull. I saw this dead seal on a beach:
One of my favorite local waterfront spots is on Hull Gut, across from Peddocks Island, near the mouth of Boston Harbor. I can actually see this point of land from my house across the harbor, but I like to ride out there now and again and check out the windmill:
and Peddocks Island:
The water and wind moves pretty fast through here, so I wouldn't recommend swimming, especially because it's damn cold right now:
However, the view to Boston is pretty swell:
But the view to Boston is even better a little further down the road:
Here's Boston Lighthouse, the last remaining manned lighthouse in the U.S. It was damaged during the war against Britain, and then rebuilt in 1783.
At this point, my fingers were starting to get cold, and a police officer kept cruising by me as I was taking pictures, so I figured it was time to head home. I made one last stop at the bottom of the hill I live on to take a shot looking back at Hull and Boston. My right mirror is pointing to Peddocks Island and you can see Boston above my windshield:
Yeah, I'm sad not to be in Berlin anymore, but it's not too bad coming home either.