West of Boston, the hills rise wild.
Wednesday, October 17th, 2012My first run back in hill country this morning. Wisconsin, I miss you. Martha’s Vineyard, you too. Oh, the flatness. Only did about 3 miles, and I’m wheezing. Still, it was amazingly beautiful out–peak color is past here in Central Massachusetts, just about hitting its gorgeousness in my old stomping grounds of central Connecticut, but [...]