Flying Kites

We spotted Pope John Paul II Park from I-93. From the highway it looked like a well maintained park ideal for running beside the water. Jess wanted to visit, and tasked me with researching the place, finding directions, etc. I did a pretty bad job. I found it on Google Maps and thought it was alternately a) part of a golf course, b) in Quincy, or Milton, c) not a park. I got us there, but it was not until just now that I found out this park is named after the last pope. Now I’ve discovered that P.J.P. II Park is a real Division of Urban Parks and Recreation (DCR) park, its in Boston, and it used to be a drive-in movie theater and a landfill.

This was the best day to visit… it was kite flying Saturday. We figured that out from the highway. I was driven to distraction by the multicolored fish and flags, shapes and streamers, up against the blue sky. I wanted to lay on my back and take pictures and watch the kites fly, but we were there for a run, so we ran, and I took photos while running and wore my black hooded sweatshirt and black Ray Bans aviator sunglasses and resembled a jogging Unabomber. The kite fliers were young and old, mostly Asian, and there were many bulldogs at the park.