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Ice Creamsmith / Neponset

Summer means such wonderful things as bike rides, ice cream, and bike rides to ice cream. We kicked off the “biking absurd distances to eat ice cream” season with what was not an absurd distance for some pretty solid ice cream.

The ride itself was pretty easy–there was really only one hill in Southie, in addition to a small hill going up to the Arboretum itself.

We set off from the Museum of Science on a little tour through Boston and across Southie, weaving in and out of residential and industrial districts with surprisingly nice roads and long stretches without traffic lights.

When we got close to the Harborwalk, a sticky, ocean breeze came up the street. The lovely sea-side path gave way in Dorchester to a very unlovely, poorly maintained path. However, we eventually did land at the Neponset River, which was the goal. We didn’t follow the river for as long as we wouldd have liked, but the grasses were tall and the hills gentle, which brought us very close to the Ice Creamsmith.

Positive points to the Ice Creamsmith, negative for us for not knowing how to do it. They do a mix-in thing like uhhh that ice cream place. Cold Stone. Right. Cold Stone. mix-ins are only mixed in for small and larges, not their junior size, which We all ordered because it was quite enough. The base ice cream was solid–appropriately creamy, not overly sweet, with a small, but nice array of flavors.

That’s what surprised me: the selection of flavors. I now expect a long list, including things with non-descriptive names that need an explanation, and several flavors that require a taste before making a decision. the Ice Creamsmith is not like this. I mean, you could ask, but there’s not much of a need beyond knowing that they are all, in fact, good ice cream.

The trip back home swung past the Arboretum. Traffic up Dorchester Ave was kind of awful, but not as bad as commuting into work, and it was brief. There’s a bike path from Forest Hills to Northeastern’s campus, which was surprisingly sparely populated for such a nice day. This, however, was good for me as it made biking easier.

I did about 27 miles total. I would rate the ride 2 out of 5. The ice cream gets 3 out of five.

(1 – not worth the effort, 2 – neutral, 3 – would do if convenient, 4 – would do it someone else suggested, 5 – would go out of my way/recommend to others)

(local): transportation

This is one of those times when I describe something I saw and then hope someone else can derive the meaning out of it–because I’m sure there is meaning and I just don’t know what it is.

A little over a month ago, I moved from a hipper part of the city (i.e. near the red line), where I have been residing for the past several years, to a much less hip part of  the city (i.e. not near the red line). This past weekend, I took my first trip since moving.

The red line is the cool MBTA line. Many, many people want to live on it. It goes to places you probably want to go. It’s full of fabulous people going to do exciting things like work in nice offices, eat brunch, or pass out from drinking too much earlier in the evening.

Something else the red line does is connect to the silver line–also known as the airport line.

A line map of the Massachusettus Bay Transportation Authority subway system.
This map belongs to the MBTA or something

The silver line (or airport line) is free from the airport into Boston. The silver line provides a (free) transfer to the red line.

You can also take the blue line from the airport into the rest of the city. To take the blue line, you need to pay a train fare. You can then transfer to the green or orange line, which is much less swanky than their red sibling.

Today, I paid my fare to hop on the blue, transfer to the orange, and then walk from the station home. I thought about transferring to the bus, but decided I’d rather move after being on buses, planes, and trains for so long today.

The trip from the airport to my new, more affordable apartment costs more than that to my former, ridiculously priced apartment.