Having lived in downtown Dartmouth before it was cool to do so - meaning, before Two if by Sea croissants - I was a Sullivan's Pond regular. I'd see the same senior power-walkers every day, I'd have the same conversation with the same cray-cray person every morning as she walked off whatever she was on the night before, and I'd tell myself every day how silly it is that people shuttle in to Point Pleasant when they could be enjoying Sullivan's Pond and Lake Banook's boardwalk.
Yep - every day I'd lug my poor confused miniature dachshund puppy out to Sullivan's Pond in hopes of TODAY BEING THE DAY that he'd 'get' what I expected of him when that leash went on. For weeks and weeks we repeated the routine up until he would do the full 5km ish route around the pond, Lake Banook, and Creighton Park.
What all this means is I spent about a year strolling through this area, enjoying the flowers and foliage, smiling at happy young, urban families playing with their kids, and picking my jaw up off the ground when the area was invaded by an army of Abercrombie and Fitch models with no modesty for the world rowing championships.
We go back every now and then in the summer to relive the memories but all he seems to want to do is scream at the geese. But hey - at least now I can enjoy a latté and a pastry while he does it. read more