over the course of the summer of 2011, we have once again pledged to be swimming outside at least once a week from memorial day to labor day. the map below chronicles our experience.
listen. say you knew a guy that made cider, and say that this guy had a press that he used to do it. now say all of the apples came from trees around boston, secret trees, trees that he painstakingly found on public land, monitored through the growing season then covertly picked under the cover of darkness. also say that he transported these apples, bushels upon bushels of them, by bicycle, sweated them for weeks and then pulverized them into a sweet nectar. if that unlikely, highly theoretical, most likely not real scenario were by some off chance true, would you want to help? pick? press? drink? just wondering.