on the concord

Last year, during a long-winded tour of the North Bridge in Concord, I looked out to see some canoes on the river. Right then, I wanted nothing more than to join them.

But I couldn't.

Because we were on this pre-packaged tour and because Lucy was only a few months old and because no matter how you try to dice it, taking an infant on a canoe is just irresponsible. So. I didn't go. But I've thought about ever since.

In the few hours I had before the first day of school, I caught the train to Concord, walked to the boathouse, rented a kayak, and had the time of my life. See below:

definitely a tradition in the making

Here I am, absolving you of any doubt you had of my being a complete dork.