A Warm, Gray Day

The sun never fully emerged from behind the clouds today, yet the temperature reached 60 degrees, 21 degrees above the average for this date. Once the rain stopped in the early afternoon, I rode out to Falmouth, then around Baxter Boulevard.

I stopped in Falmouth Foreside and was about to snap a photo when a gentleman came out of a nearby home and offered to take a photo of me on the GTS. He told me that when he lived in Boston, he rode a Vespa. Those who've driven in Boston understand his courage; driving a tank would be daunting on the streets of that "Rules? We don't need no stinking RULES!" city.

A view from the Boulevard, across Back Bay, to downtown Portland.

This is as almost as bright as the day got.

If I'd parked here during the summer, I'd have been the object sneers, taunts, evil looks, and raised digits, and perhaps rightly so. You see, the Baxter Boulevard walking/jogging track is one of the safest, most scenic
places in Greater Portland, and is fiercely protected and maintained by those who cherish its 3.6 miles around Back Bay.

Look, I said to myself, I see shadows. The sun broke through for only a moment, for it had disappeared by the time I turned to take the picture below.

This is the beginning of the Baxter Boulevard path.

Birds of a feather flock together...

...except this one, who preferred the mucky mud of low tide.