Boston is an historic city and while the United States of America was not born here per se, this is definitely the place where she was conceived. Like a horny teenager discovering how great freedom is, it was in Boston where she moved out of her parent’s house against their wishes saying, “You don’t control me! Whatever! I do what I want! I do what I want!”
Contrast that with the birth of Canada which followed a more traditional path where permission was sought in advance and the parents granted independence to their offspring (at the age of thirty) and even helped him move out of the house into the one-bedroom apartment a few minutes drive away from the family home.
The most famous tourist attraction and historical thing here in Boston is the Freedom Trail. It’s a walking path through the city that passes sixteen landmarks commemorating events that led to the creation of the greatest nation on Earth. In my research I was shocked to discover that while thousands of books, articles, and pamphlets have been written about the Freedom Trail no one has ever written anything about the actual Freedom Trail. Which of course leaves me once again to pick up the slack that should have been picked up by someone a lot more qualified.
Let’s begin.
The Freedom trail is 2.5 miles (4.02 kilometres) in length and is comprised of inclines in both directions (up and down).
It starts with this marker.
I’m not sure why they chose an image of a squid being stabbed as their logo. Must be a maritime thing.
And then you follow these red bricks.
Sometimes because of limitations in the surfacing it’s not possible to use bricks the whole way so they use paint.
Crossing a terrifying bridge made of metal.
Sometimes there’s a cover for some utility infrastructure in the way
but nothing can stop freedom!
Sometimes the bricks are camouflaged.
So pay attention!
If there’s someone stopped on the trail you have to wait patiently until they move.
I had to wait was about fifteen minutes for Gandalf and his friend but in the end,
I
did
pass!!!
We almost got lost when the trail ran into some sort of freedom fruit and vegetable market.
I’m not sure if this is what the farmers of the constitution had in mind.
The trail branches off in two directions a couple of different times.
Be careful. At stake is your freedom
trail experience.
And the trail ends with this marker. Watch for it.
You can tell cause the trail goes in but it does not go out.
So there’s your Freedom Trail. Next time you’re in Boston, be sure to check it out.
Die Hard Three 
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