Since the focus of this field trip was on historical things, I was looking forward to the stop in Boston for a quick little side trip into cultural history, with a quick visit to the restaurant that inspired the TV show Cheers. It was right off the trolley tour, what could be easier, right? It was a sitcom-worthy day of misadventures, and while I did see the outside of the restaurant, alas, I will have to be greeted where everybody knows my name another day.
We had planned to start early, take a quick trolley ride through Boston, hear some historical facts, and then move along to Lexington and then head towards Connecticut. We knew we weren’t going to be able to walk the whole Freedom Trail (little legs on Bonnie would have tired out long before the end of the trail) and the trolley tour seemed a good compromise.
We got a late start to the day, and when we boarded the trolley at stop 1 (near Quincy Market / Faneuil Hall), we learned that stop 3 was unavailable for the morning, but would be available towards the afternoon. There was a movie shoot going on in the morning, and the bridge was blocked off. Okay. A quick look at the map showed that stop 3 was exactly where we wanted to be – at the Bunker Hill memorial. Argh!

So, we rode by Paul Revere’s house, and decided that we would hoof it from stop 4 (The Garden) up to Bunker Hill, then walk back to stop 4 to re-board the trolley. The day was nice enough for the walk, and we had an excellent view of the Leonard P. Zakim Bunker Hill Bridge as we walked across the Charlestown Bridge along the Freedom Trail. Though it was a bit confusing, as there was plenty of traffic going across the bridge.

A quick view of the USS Constitution (we skipped it since we had just done a ship tour) and then we walked up to the Bunker Hill monument.

It is, of course, at the top of a hill, Breed’s Hill, to be exact, and Bonnie, in particular, was glad that we weren’t walking the whole Freedom Trail. Good choice there! We wandered into the Memorial, and there was a sign:

And, of course, Bonnie & Clyde wanted to climb to the top. 294 steps to the top. There’s a family story that Dad was once challenged by Grandpa to RUN up and down those steps in under 2 minutes (history says that he made it, too) but I can tell you that it took us longer than 2 minutes to go up those steps. The steps are helpfully periodically numbered, so you can tell when there are 284 … 200 … 100 .. 50 steps to go. The view from the top is delightful.
But then, remember, there are 294 steps on the way down. The kids did learn that different leg muscles are used to climb UP stairs and to walk DOWN. So, history and anatomy, all in the same day. That’s a homeschooling bonus! There was the mishap of the missing dad, and the mishap of the iron-covered hands, but we did eventually make it back down to the Charlestown Bridge to head back to the Garden, and we realized there was something odd about the bridge.

Yes, it was completely deserted. Apparently the filming had not yet taken place, and the bridge was, indeed, blocked off. We were stopped about halfway across the bridge, as the scene was supposed to start, but there was some sort of delay, so we were finally allowed to cross. We did get to see cars backing up the bridge … we assume it is some sort of chase scene as there was talk of a helicopter coming down the bridge a little later in the day, too. We hung around for a bit, but then gave up as we were already really behind on the day, but when the movie “The Town” comes out, we’ll have to watch it for the scene.

We made it back to The Garden, finally, and then realized that the trolleys weren’t running there either. Apparently, they had expanded the closures to include stop #4, so we had to hoof it to stop #5, about another 1/2 mile walk. Yes, Bonnie was very tired by then. We did finally find a trolley (despite the mishap of the missed trolley) and were very relieved to sit for a bit.
The swan boats were put away for the season, but we did get a view of the “Make Way for Ducklings” statue, and finally, we reached Cheers. Hooray! Lunch, at last! We took the required tourist photos out front, then went inside to be seated.


Instead of hearing “Norm!” though, we heard that it was an hour wait for a table. Kids were expiring, so we gave it up as another mishap, and wandered around until we found some food. A few more delays and mishaps, and we basically gave up on Boston for the day. It was late, we canceled our hotel reservations for the next stop (there was no way we were going to get that far), and instead, moved over to Lexington, MA.
We had originally planned to just buzz through Lexington on the way to somewhere else, but upon finding out that they could get their National Parks passport stamped at the (closed for the day) visitors center, we decided to see a few sites on a self-guided tour, and would visit the visitors center in the morning before moving along.
So, of course, we had to see the Minuteman Statue.

The statue in Lexington is said to face the same direction as the advancing British “regulars” (the regular army), and this is his view today.

From there, we walked the Battle Green, stopped at the Revolutionary monument, and visited the reconstructed belfry. There, we had a bit of an odd moment, as it was pouring about 20 feet away from us, yet we were perfectly dry.

From there, we made our way to the Old North Bridge. It ended up being a gorgeous evening at the bridge.

At one end is the gravesite for the first British soldiers to lose their lives in the Revolutionary War.

The inscription reads:
Grave of British Soldiers
They came three thousand miles and died,
to keep the past upon its throne:
Unheard, beyond the ocean tide,
their English Mother made her moan.
At the other end of the bridge is the Concord Minuteman statue, which marks the spot where the Minuteman first turned back the British regulars on the first day of the war.

The best known stanza from Ralph Waldo Emerson’s Concord Hymn is inscribed on the base of the statue:
By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood
And fired the shot heard round the world.
