Lost and Found on Blue Hill
By Judith Wurtman (FBH member living in Boston)
[Photo: Judy with her dog, Simon]
We were lost. Again. The trail from the top of Blue Hill should have ended at Ponkapoag Pond and the parking lot. Instead it ended in a dense mass of thorny bushes. The orange circle on the post pointed to nothing. A dead end. Which, if we could not find our car, might also be our fate. Where were we?
If we had stuck to our usual route, we would have, in the words of a famous sign, been home [...]