Thinking of Paul - Lincoln Woods

Geneva Coffee

Today was sort of a melancholy day for a walk. Our dear friend Paul passed away yesterday so this walk has become our memorial walk. Such a good man, such a good friend. More on that later, but let me tell you how our day went. Nana and I started our day in search of some place close and decided just to walk again in Lincoln Woods, just north of the city of Providence, a few minutes from our house. I found the Geneva Diner in North Providence on the computer and it looked like a good enough place to have breakfast as we always like new diners. It all started off well enough, we were seated promptly and the waitress seemed cheerful enough. We got coffee straight away. The diner was not busy it only is a maybe too other booths with hungry breakfast seekers.
Nana ordered the 'Mexican Omelet' and I ordered my usual 2 eggs, home fries and toast. And the wait began... and continued... and continued. We began to wonder if we had been forgotten but the waitress showed up and refilled our empty coffee cups. Nana asked for a glass of water which never came. If you are a regular reader of this drivel you know I like my toast dark and without butter.

WITHOUT BUTTER DAMN IT!!!!!

You can see here just how that turned out, and the odd thing was our toast arrived first on it's own plates long before any breakfast showed up and when a plate arrived only Nana's breakfast arrived and my two eggs did not show for almost another 7 or 8 minutes. Nana asked for a glass of water again and never got it still. . . The Geneva Diner does not get a high rating, and not much of a tip either. Nana never did get her water..we guessed they lost the recipe. A short time later we pulled into the back entrance of Lincoln Woods..this was not intentional, I just happened to miss the exit so I took the next and knew the way to the back of the park. This was actually a much better entrance to the park complete with a covered bridge over a stream. We parked and struck out to the woods along a dirt road which lead to many trails. Soon we were walking in peace and talking of our long friendship with Paul and the meaning of all this end of life stuff. Paul's passing has made us all more reflective on our own place in the world and exactly how short our time here actually is. Make the best of it. Paul was an inspiration in many ways and has touch our life in a most permanent way. While we walked we got calls and texts from friends who have also been touched by Paul wanting to know the news and what they could do and sending well wishes. He was loved by many.

Lincoln Woods

We walked toward the pond and then followed a trail around the perimeter for a while and crossed back over to the road and around back through the woods. It seemed a bit more of a wander than hike..a bit more aimless the way life seems right now. I think I will leave the blog here for the day with one final thought. As we approached the end of our walk a huge Red Tailed Hawk landed in a tree almost directly above us. Maybe it was my mood or maybe some thing real but I would like to think that it was a sign  of better things to come, of a new beginning or something I don't have words for, but a sign of something good. 

Red Tailed Hawk

Olney Pond in Lincoln Woods

Our path

Defoliated - Crawley Preserve

Iced Coffee

Well it's the Fourth of July Weekend and you know what that means.. we slept too late and the lines at the breakfast place I choose were 15 deep out the door.  Drat! -- So on to plan B. I had chosen Stepping Stone Falls for our hike today but we headed further south and ended up in Richmond RI, right near where I work and went to the Fresh Ground Cafe for breakfast. We each had iced coffees (since it was almost noon) and breakfast burritos. All very good! and good service too. Since I know this area and we were on kind of a tight schedule we decided to hike in a place nearby called the Crawley Preserve, about 5 miles from the cafe in Usquepaugh, RI - I had been there sketching several times but had never walked the trails. To our surprise the Gypsy Moth caterpillars had almost completely defoliated the area. It was amazing seeing the entirety of the forest, this time of the year without leaves. It was like winter again.
However, the trails were very well marked and we were not to be deterred by a few missing leaves. We started off on the Red Dot Trail which winds it way up a hilly countryside with several switchbacks to keep me from puffing too much. You can see in the picture  that the leaves are just gone, but the trail is wide and the walking is very easy and the scenery is still

No Leaves

No leavesvery nice. Even though it was a hot July day and we didn't have much cover, it was cool enough that I didn't work up my usual lather. Along the red dot trail we met a lady who said she live just down the road, she was walking her dog, a large white handsome dog of some unknown breed. We chatted for a few minutes and came away with a lot of local knowledge about the area and about the trails. For the longest route she recommended talking the red trail to the blue trail and the blue trail to the yellow trail which would lead us back to the parking area. This is exactly what we ended up doing. Along the way there were trail markers with numbers on them - we have learned since that they match up with a trail guide and point out natural features. We need to walk this again with the guide in hand. At he far end of the preserve we could see signs of civilization but soon were back into the forest. Interestingly the caterpillars were in the stage of development where they were becoming moths..and the woods were swarming with little white moths, amazing.

We found the yellow trail

 The trail system here was one of the best marked trails system we have walked. All the blazes were fresh and bright and they were close enough together that you never had to search them out. The yellow trail had the most diversity of terrain with a brook and large glacial boulders strewn along the way. Even thought he walking was easy the views were fantastic. The yellow trail also was just a bit greener than the rest of this defoliated forest with lush ferns and raspberry bushes, once we got near the brook, anyway. As we neared the finish of our two mile walk, a white tailed deer leapt across the trail just in front of Nana, giving her a start and it was gone before I looked up. We had heard several wild critter thrashing around in the brush from time to time and supposed it was deer, this confirmed it. After returning to the car, we drove down the hill to the Kenyon Grist Mill, a Rhode Island favorite. And now some more photos.

At the start

Well marked trail

Pappa, posing like a pioneer - what a poser!

App didn't have the trails

Mill stone

Nana at Kenyons

With The Kids - Dingman Falls, PA - June 25-27

Our little spot in PA

This was the week the was... it seems that just about everything that could go wrong, did. But with a bad week behind us Nana and Pappa along with our grandkids Ben and Grace set off early Saturday morning for  a few days away. Our destination was a place that Nana found called Babbling Brook Cottages, near Dingman's Ferry/Dingman's Falls, Pennsylvania. The drive is about four and a half hours from our home in Rhode Island and an easy ride it was. Ben is always in the navigator seat when ever we travel and did a good job this time too. Ben has been suffering with stomach problems and I have been watching what I eat so we didn't have much in the way of snacks on the road, but we did start off at Dunkin Donuts as always and that held us for the ride. As we arrived in the area of the cabins we took a side trip to dingman's Falls, a national park. This is a wonderful park with lots of trails for hiking and we got a guided tour with a ranger named Eric. His took us along the trail to Silverhead Falls, an 80 foot tall, very narrow falls cutting vertically through very large rock walls It was spectacular. Here is a photo of the falls.

Silverhead Falls - Click for larger

We were told by others leaving the trail that we had just missed a Black Bear who was trying to get across the trail and the river..would have been pretty cool to see a bear. we continued along through the forest of Hemlock and Elm to the star attraction, Dingman Falls, which is the second highest waterfalls in Pennsylvania. We had a great time here and as it turns out is the the 100th birthday for the National Park Service this year, congrats and keep up the fine work. From here we struck out for the cabins and what a great place to call home for a few days. The cabin property backed right up to the George W. Childs Park which has an abundance of waterfalls. We hiked through the woods, an adventure in itself, and found some great spots to play. We spent the afternoon climbing all over rocks and playing in the water. The forest was a very comfortable place to spend time with the family. Ben and Grace had a great time climbing on the stones that filled the stream bed and Ben had his first encounter with what I call a crawdad but most people refer to as a crayfish.

Crawdad Boy

After the adventure we took off in search of food and drink and to pick up a few groceries and explore the village of Milford, about 7 miles away. We also found  a company to rent tubes for a river float on the Delaware River. We made reservations for the next day.  We had supper at a restaurant called simply 'The Grill' and I think everyone had a pretty good supper. on our return we found a drug store and a grocery store and arrived back at the cabin well stocked. At his point in the evening I think we were all pretty tired and about all we could do is build a fire in the fire pit out back and sit around poke stick in it. There is something very satisfying about sitting around a fire and poking it with a stick, the kids love this and we do it at home frequently too.

Ah, a fire

The next morning Pappa made breakfast, bacon and scrambled eggs and we were off to the river for a day of slow floating adventure. What a business they have going. For a mere $120 the drive us up the river three miles, drop us off where there is a stack of tubes and allow us to float back to the start. Likely cost them seven cents for gas and five minutes hourly wage for the kid who drove us. Good business plan, wish I had thought of it. The trip down the river was easy, with only a couple of spots where the water moved as fast as a walk. Once back to the start we stacked the tubes, took a shower and headed out. Benny was still feeling a bit poorly when we returned to the cabin so Nana and Grace and I wen in search of more waterfalls, and found several back at the George W. Childs Park. This time we drove over and hiked in from the entrance. Lots of people swimming and leaping from high cliffs.

George W. Childs Park, Falls

More campfires that night and a ride home the next day, stopping for a while to walk a bit on the Appalachian Trail. Now we can all say we have hike a few paces on the AT. An easy ride home from there and I think everyone had a good time exploring new places.


And now more photos.

Tubing on the Delaware

Sweetie Pie on the trail

People were jumping here

More Waterfalls

On the Appalachian Trail - if only for a minute 

Father's Day - Mashamoquet Brook State Park

Mug Shot

Happy Father's Day to everyone out there where it is appropriate, the rest of you. . . never mind. We headed out a bit later today than planned but had a relaxing morning at the house before getting underway. I found a place in Connecticut that looked interesting and was only an hour away. So with that place in mind I searched the web and came up with three likely candidates for breakfast. We settled for a place on Route 6, west of Providence, called Cindy's. As we were driving west on Route 6 my older brother called and we had a great conversation in the car but drove right past Cindy's and made it a few miles down the road before recognizing my incompetent inattention. So, with Siri really mad at me, we made a u-turn and found our our way back to the diner. A delay of nearly 8 minutes. . . . but who is counting. We had to wait just a couple of minutes before being seated, never thinking that it might be crowded on Fathers Day.

Cindy's

Everyone in the restaurant was very happy and chipper and full of kindness and smiles. Coffee came straight away and I had the Fathers Day Special -- 2 eggs, home fries and toast, with a steak. Nana had Eggs Benedict and we split a half a Belgian Waffle with apples as an added Father's Day bonus treat. Mmmmmm. Food and service was excellent, and they even got my toast right, always the sign of a great place. Once done and paid, we plugged in the directions to Mashamoquet Brook State Park in Pomfret, Connecticut about a half our further down the road. We found it easily and were just a little surprised that they had an entrance fee of $15 which seems a little steep but as it turns out it was worth it and we have since learned of another parking area that is free. See the map below.

Nana and Pappa

We decided to walk the blue dot trail which seems to circumnavigate the perimeter of the park and my app said that it was about four and a half miles long. From where we parked we immediately started to climb and soon came to the Blue Dot trail which would be our trail around the park. This trail is very well marked and a relatively easy trail despite the nearly 700 feet of elevation gain and loss long the way. I, of course, did a lot of huffing and puffing along these steeper slopes but that has a lot more to do with my condition than it does with the trail. And let me comment here on what a good job the state of CT has done on maintaining these trails, they are wide and very well marked with signage and maps at every intersection. There are several features marked out on the trail map that we enjoyed along the way. The Wolf's Den was a great out cropping of stone and the Indian chair was a naturally broken rock that was the exact size and shape so it could be used to overlook a high bluff.

Nana in Indian Chair

Nana started to take my picture and didn't realize immediately that there was a sheer drop off behind her..she doesn't have a good appreciation for heights and sheer drop offs. She discovered he error in time and we had a good laugh. An amazing natural stone. These features were about half way through our walk and as we continued on the trail we met a few people - another couple our age who were walking their dog and a father and his two sons (who didn't look like they wanted to be hiking) and a young lady walking her dog. It is always nice to meet people along a trail as most everyone seems open and friendly, at least that has been our experience so far. It was some time after this that I realized that this walk was going to be a bit farther that was advertised but it was a beautiful day and we did not have a schedule so it didn't matter but I was beginning to get tired, but we had plenty of water and I slowed the pace, especially on those uphill slogs and it turned out just fine. We met up with the young lady and her dog once again and chatted for a while,she was very friendly and commented on my hiking stick. She was walking with two nordic sticks. The chat was just long enough for me to get fully recovered from the last uphill. Thanks unknown lady. It was only about a mile back to the car from there and as we neared the end of the Blue Dot trail it got wide and flattened out until the final downhill back to the brook and to the parking area. My app said it was 6.6 miles, which was wrong as other (smarter?) apps told us -- it was really just about six miles. More pictures below. . .

The Brook

Projectile Sweating - hot Pappa

Nana on an uphill

Steep stuff around here

Wolf Den

Map with free parking marked

All to ourselves - Douglas State Forest

The Picket Fence

Back to our Sunday routine, well, almost. We were up and out of the house early today as our grandson had an eight thirty flight lesson and we always show up for that. After we got him situated and I took some pictures, Siri told us the directions to 'The Picket Fence', a great breakfast house in Douglas Massachusetts. See the picture to the right. It was a great old building and seemed a very popular place but we were seated immediately and although all of the wait staff were really busy we were served in very good time by a very friendly waitress, the coffee was good and hot and they had a sheet filled with specials and we are almost always a sucker for specials. This time we both decided to have an omelet special, the taco omelet, filled with chili, cheese onion and lettuce.

Mug shot, yes again

Our waitress told us she had never had it but was planning on trying it at the end of her shift.We were both amazed at the fast service and everything was done with great efficiency. Our breakfast arrived so quickly is was as though they had it sitting on a shelf in the back just waiting for us. And it was good. I normally stick to the two eggs, home fries and toast special, the number one in just about every breakfast place in North America, but this taco omelet was very good and if I see it on a menu again, I'll order it up. Nana and I had a good time chatting and people watching - we saw a woman with camo patches glued to her back and a man with no ears - we like Douglas Mass. Once done and paid we walked out of the restaurant and into a Norman Rockwell painting. The view across the street, which apparently we missed walking in, was just so much Americana that you could almost weep. It is Main Street USA!
Here is a picture.

Douglas, Massachusetts

How's that for a slice of American Pie! Siri took us West for about three miles to the Douglas State Forest where the ranger on duty didn't charge us the $11 he should have because we were 'just hiking', nice guy! We found a place to park and walked down to Wallum Lake and searched out the trailhead. We actually ended up hiking on two different trails.The first loop we did was called the Cedar Swamp trail.

Cedar Swamp

This trail had a nice boardwalk through all the mucky spots, and was dubbed a 'healthy trail' why it is called that we don't know, but I AM feeling much healthier and I know Nana must be too. Some where along this trail we missed the markers and strayed for a bit but that is no matter, we found our way back to the main trail and looped out back to the main road to discover that we were walking on the 'Coffee House Trail'. Excellent we though, there must be a Coffee House along here. This proved to be in error. For the first mile or so the Coffee House Trail shared the path with the 'Mid State Trail' which cuts across Massachusetts North to South, South to North, from Rhode Island across Massachusetts to New Hampshire. Now that would be a fun walk in the woods. This area is strewn with boulders and rock outcroppings and is a little bit hilly in spots but I barely worked up a good puff and grunt. Nana just keeps moving along like she is walking on pavement and I don't think she ever even began to sweat.. I was a bit wet. . .

Stone wall along stream

We came across a huge stone structure, a wall of some sort and Nana scrambled to the top to see what it was. Turns out to be a dam of sorts keeping back a bit of water which was covered in lily pads and cattails.  There was a spot in the dam where the water tumbled down a series of little falls and under a bridge. At this point we were about 3 miles into our walk and realized we had not seen another person since we started on the trail. Not one. And as it turns out it wasn't until we got back to the car that we saw people again. Everyone had gone down to the beach and there was not a single other hiker in the woods but us, and this is a truly beautiful forest. So if you want to have a forest to yourself try the Douglas State Forest. And now for some more pictures.

The beginning by the lake

Nana on a bridge

Lots of mosses and ferns

And beautiful flowers

Midstate Trail Marker

Urban Walk - Boston

Boardwalk, Boston

Today (Sunday June 5th - I posted this a week late) started a little differently, we were off to Boston early, stopping at Dunkin Donuts for coffee for the trip and arrived at the Harbor Walk at Carson Beach near the Joe Mokely Park. We got our walk in early before meeting up with a friend who's husband and one of our dearest friends is recovering from surgery in the hospital. Even though he is not up for company it was good to get close. But, back to the walk...we found good parking right behind the boardwalk (well done Siri) and began our walk around this large crescent of a beach. the day was a bit overcast but still a pleasant day even though we had expected to be walking in the rain. We passed many other walkers and lots of folks walking dogs. We walked along the sidewalk toward the north east which had lots of visual nourishment for the eyes. The Water was calm and a couple of kayakers were beginning an adventure out into Boston harbor and a soccer match was beginning to form up in the park across the road.

Harbor walk

The grounds around the walkway were well kept and there were lots of things in place for those who come to the beach. We found gaming tables with inlaid checker/chess boards, picnic tables and a bocci court, and very nicely maintained bath houses. When we had walked almost all the way to the end of the beach we came upon several buildings. One of which was the 'Men's Bath House' at the Curley Community Center which had a very curious sign, in stone above the door. This is actually a thought I have never had before. . . .

Curious. . .

I wonder if the thinking is still the same as it was when this stone work was done and if the current members of the community center live up to this stirring motto. Once past the community center and a couple of yacht clubs we made our turn and headed back toward the car. I was working up a good sweat, almost a lather, and we left the sidewalk and ambled down to the sandy beach for the stroll back. As we walked the beach we could see tented structures on the opposite side of this wide crescent and curiosity got the best of us. We had a new destination and headed around the shore making our way toward the tents to see what was going on. A crowd was gathering there as well. After a quick biology stop at the bath house near the car we made our way toward the tent and the crowd. It was the beginning of a 5K foot race, sponsored by the Pug Rescue of New England. Lots of people were walking their Pugs and other breeds around and apparent expecting them to participate int he 5K. The question that kept coming into my mind was, why would anyone want to rescue a Pug? As it turns out (I checked later) their race course was exactly the path we took. So we did a 5K and without a Pug!

Nana and Kathy at trendy breakfast bar

Once back in the car we struck out to the hospital and met up with our friend Kathy and took her to breakfast at a local, trendy, bar, breakfast place and ate $9 eggs with a single slice of toast.. We all started off with a coffee, like you do when your are at breakfast, and reading the menu I discovered that the price of coffee on the front of the menu was $3 a cup and on the back of the menu it was $2.50 a cup. Of course I told the waitress that I wanted to order from the back of the menu...she had no sense of humor at all. . . go figure, snooty big city breakfast bar trendy waitress. . . . humph. However having whined about that, it was very good to catch up on all the news about our healing friend and be able to spend a little bit of time with Kathy. Bad service and cold toast can't dampen our friendship. Love these guys. . .

Some Pictures

Skyline

Panorama of the beach

Near the Pugs. . .

Incase you wanted to know