It’s still plenty hot enough, so we had another shorter hike, but on a new trail that Tony and I scouted ahead for the group. It turned out to be just about perfect, with all three dogs again, enough little streams for them to drink from and wallow in, and only one long uphill climb. The explosion of fungi has slowed way down, newts have disappeared, so except for lots of wonderful New England stone walls and amazing old trees, there weren’t a lot of discoveries so we just kind of kept moving along at a steady pace, happy to be together.
The third and fourth photos were taken on the “Old Old” Cricket Hill Road. It’s an abandoned town road with a steep side. Some of you might remember being on it at a Winter Camp (?) outing where we all got to see Pyrola in bloom. I thought of all of you and of that good day we had together.
Near the end of the hike we passed through Peter Jeswald’s wonderful property (he had invited us and the dogs to swim in his pond). Look up Peter’s landscape books if you’re interested. His wife is a metal/junk sculptor. Too bad Paul never realized his talent with junk metal – but he did love junk metal sculpture. And he did have the fun of collecting a LOT of junk of all kinds!
Bag lunches at the good old Conway Pond. School is in session so we missed the sound of children playing in the water, but then again, we practically had the pond to ourselves and the was darn good too. We scurried home as a blustery rain storm headed our way. AAh! Rain at last. Love, Penny
The third and fourth photos were taken on the “Old Old” Cricket Hill Road. It’s an abandoned town road with a steep side. Some of you might remember being on it at a Winter Camp (?) outing where we all got to see Pyrola in bloom. I thought of all of you and of that good day we had together.
Near the end of the hike we passed through Peter Jeswald’s wonderful property (he had invited us and the dogs to swim in his pond). Look up Peter’s landscape books if you’re interested. His wife is a metal/junk sculptor. Too bad Paul never realized his talent with junk metal – but he did love junk metal sculpture. And he did have the fun of collecting a LOT of junk of all kinds!
Bag lunches at the good old Conway Pond. School is in session so we missed the sound of children playing in the water, but then again, we practically had the pond to ourselves and the was darn good too. We scurried home as a blustery rain storm headed our way. AAh! Rain at last. Love, Penny
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