I used to love my commute along the Charles river when I lived near Boston. One particular evening ride was accompanied by the quiet, clunking oar sounds of the boat crews practicing before the Head of the Charles. Mixed with the gravel sounds under my tires, I’ll never forget that ride, even 15+ years later.
I used to love my commute along the Charles river when I lived near Boston. One particular evening ride was accompanied by the quiet, clunking oar sounds of the boat crews practicing before the Head of the Charles. Mixed with the gravel sounds under my tires, I’ll never forget that ride, even 15+ years later.
This is the Charles, yeah? I paused on the photo and, although I’ve not been at this exact spot, got strong “Charles” vibes.