When we arrived in Boston
it was freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezing.
How does negative 20 degrees Celsius sound,
and drop a few extra degrees for wind chill factor?
Well it feels worse than it sounds.
But we didn’t want to waste the afternoon
sitting around in the warm.
Besides, it wasn’t -20 when we left the house.
But as the afternoon progressed and the wind gusts hit…
We got my brother to drop us at Boston Common
(he chose staying in the warm)
and made plans to find free wifi so we could contact him later to pick us up.
I also offhandedly suggested that he return to the same spot at 5pm if he hadn’t heard from us.
Then off we went to explore.
This was the most snow we’d ever seen
and we LOVED it.
Brayden particularly loved it.
Despite the temperatures,
he couldn’t resist
touching the snow.
Thankfully he resisted THIS urge.
Boston Common is the oldest park in the US.
It was amazing walking through an area
where so much history happened.
We were surprised to find out that
the British were camped here
prior to the Revolutionary War.
They also left from here to march to the Battle of Lexington and Concord.
Public hangings were also conducted here,
but we didn’t want to give that much thought!
See the golden capped building
at the end of the path?
That’s Massachusetts State House.
Across the road from Boston Common
is Boston Public Gardens,
which was designed by the same guy
who designed Central Park in NY.
Boston Public Garden was much prettier than Boston Common,
which had a lot more open space and less trees.
(I’d love to see both in spring.
They would have a completely different feel.
But, at the same time, I looooved the winter look.)
Boston Public Garden also has a lagoon.
The footbridge over the lagoon used to be
the smallest suspension bridge in the world,
until they needed to add brick supports for reinforcement,
making it no longer a suspension bridge.
Safety first I suppose.
If you’ve read the picture book, “Make Way for Ducklings”,
(and you should if you haven’t)
you’ll know the gardens well.
We even ‘met’ the ducklings,
decked out in their winter attire.
Here’s Mrs Mallard and her ducklings Jack, Kack, Lack, Mack, Nack, Ouack, Pack
and little Quack.
And yes, we made a point of finding this sculpture.
We also saw another species of ducks.
These were playing on the lagoon
in a sweet little ice hole
some kind person had made for them.
Yes, the lagoon was completely iced over.
I would expect nothing less in those temperatures.
What I didn’t expect
was that my husband would risk walking on it.
There was a family tentatively skating on the lagoon
so hubby decided that the ice must be safe enough to walk on.
I was even less comfortable,
when he came back and took my youngest baby
out onto the treacherous ice.
My eldest, the smart one, flatly refused such a dangerous activity,
and moved out of reach.
The youngest, the daredevil, eagerly took up the opportunity
and thought it was wonderful.
I, despite my motherly instincts to rescue him (from himself),
was NOT going out onto the ice to retrieve him.
Honestly, being a mother of boys is tough.
Once off the ice,
I diverted everyone’s attention to the cute little squirrels,
There were LOTS of squirrels in these parks.
People were feeding them peanuts
and the squirrels were gathering around us
in hopes of being fed.
We found a few untouched peanuts on the ground
and tried our hand at feeding
No, please don’t talk to me about rabies.
I was pushing that thought to the back of my mind
while we did this.
Yes, I know. Rabies is more dangerous than walking on ice.
But these squirrels didn’t look rabid to me.
They were the cutest little animals
and I was totally in love with them.
I’d swap kangaroos for squirrels,
Just look at them.
Aren’t they just the cutest little rats you’ve ever seen.
Okay, you get the picture.
They are cute.
Anyway back to our adventures in the park.
By this point in the afternoon,
it was getting late
and reeeeeeeeally cold.
The wind had picked up and was slamming into us,
shoving us up to a metre forward (or backwards) against our will.
We were literally freeeeeezing
so we found the first available building,
to defrost a little and text my brother.
We couldn’t stay out in that cold for much longer.
But do you know what batteries do in extreme cold?
We do now.
They go flat and stop working.
‘Ask to borrow a phone’, you say.
Well that’s a great idea IF you know your brother’s mobile number by heart.
Yep, the number was in our dead flat phones,
as was the address of our Boston home.
Our only option was to wait for 5pm and hope that my brother showed up.
We hadn’t been particularly firm with this plan,
not expecting to need it,
so our wait was a smidge anxious.
It was also cold.
As it neared 5, we returned to our hopeful pick up spot,
and started the freezing wait.
It was getting dark, it was gusty and it was beyond cold.
Using all the knowledge I’d gained of extreme cold from reading Little House on the Prairie books,
Hubby and I took turns standing at our spot,
while the other kept the freeeezing children walking and stamping their feet.
Oh it was cold.
The next time we read a book about blizzards,
we’ll have a much better idea of what extreme cold feels like.
And yes, my brother did show up.
We could have kissed him.
I think my Hubby did!