At the southern end of the Cape Cod National Seashore we walked along two paths that led across marsh lands. Not too many birds, a bit disappointing there but the air was so nice and it was the last warm day we had on the trip.
We left the campsite with much less drama than on arrival. We choose not to empty the tanks as we were on our last day out. We took Rt 15 south to Williamsport, home of the Little League World Series but did not stop until the Woolrich outlet store by the original factory. We got a bag of bargains and in an hour were on the way south again. The next stop was at the Allegheny Portage National Historic Site (#213). This was a place where they winched and moved by locomotive canal boats up one side and down the other to complete the route between Philly and Pittsburgh. There were five stations on each side, quite an engineering feat. We also got caught in the rain, you would think after nearly three weeks of rain every day we would not start off down a short trail with no umbrella or rain gear. You would think that but you would be wrong. We stopped in Winchester, VA at a Walmart on Rt 50 neat Rt 37 and had a good night. I think we had lunch and dinner but have no memory of either.
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We are rolling south and about time. I see by the road signs we are making decent time and it is lovely with the rain just pouring down. I risked disappointment and took a couple of naps but the guides seemed to stay the course this time. We did stop for some “boat up a mountain” place and to buy a shirt. You would think they had enough shirts. At least there were no cannon at either stop. Neither stop was too long and, except for a stop for dinner at some guy’s house named Bob Evans, we were in Virginia before nightfall. And Virginia is like a short walk to NC, almost home.
I have some exciting news about the fight for Moose Rights but I need to get a bit more information. The response was, well, weak. But there was a response and I have written back to both of them for clarity. Plus “the Question Moose,” is in. He seems to be in for anything I suggest, I will certainly be a good influence for him. It was important for me to recall that the other’s rights began with only a few souls, we don’t need many to start. I will work late tonight on the plans and hope to reveal some of them tomorrow. Also, and this is so exciting, I “think” I may finally be getting an award. Or at least it sounded like that when they thought I was asleep. Tomorrow will be a big day.
This is the mail car from the late 1930’s that were a part of many trains. I was amazed at all the sorting and handling that was done while the train was rolling along.
This was her home late in life. She moved here at age 74 and lived here more than 20 years. The house burned in the 1880’s but was rebuilt by Harriet and her second husband who was a mason. There were two types of old bricks on the house, one sandy and a bit crumbly and one with more minerals that is darker and wears well. Those are mixed with the modern bricks used in the very recent reconstruction. The interior is not finished so it is not yet open to the public.
We left late in the day for Watkins Glen on the south end of the finger lakes. It was a short trip. We did stop at a farm that was out of the way a bit for maple syrup. Turned out to be an Amish farm and we had a nice chat with the lady selling the syrup. She also gave us some freshly picked lettuce. In Watkins Glen I went to the state park first because I was not able to get a reservation online but when I arrived the host found us a spot in the non-electric areas. We were fine with no hookups. It was a tough site to back into but nice once we were in. Then down the hill to walk the Glen. It is a narrow canyon about 2.4 miles long with 19 waterfall and lots of steps. We walked UP the equivalent of 43 flights of stairs, according to the app on my iphone. It was also pretty wet because of all the rain recently. It is not a National Park but well worth the stop. We also found decent ice cream at a place that has been here for years. We were in Watkins Glen once before - 49 years ago! That time was for both a Can-Am and F1 race. We were able to stay at a nearly by lake at a vacation home the family of Cindy’s friend from college owned. I sailed in a small sailboat for the first time and loved it. Except the wind stopped when I was quite a distance from the house and we missed part of the race. They used to race on the city streets, that was before our first visit, and we traced the historic course. Slowly. We stopped downtown to poke around but I got a migraine and so back to the trailer. Dinner in and an early night.
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I thought we were headed home, packed up ready to go and eager to begin the work of Moose Rights in earnest. Guess what we did, drove 40 miles. That’s right, 40 miles and we stopped. The guides went to look at a ditch and I went along only because most people were not able to get back to me yet on their interest in Moose Rights. I imagine they were out chatting with neighbors and gaining supporters. At the ditch I saved Guide CJH, remember, the good guide, from being washed into the canyon. I think the other one was taking pictures. Fine decision on my part to go with them.
We then rode around what was once a race track. That is another thing to add to my list of needed rights. Why can’t I get a drivers license? Then I would not need these guides and I would be wonderful at it. In fact, I imagine with my finely tuned sense of balance and judgement, one of my outstanding qualities, along with natural moose vision, I would have zoomed around this little burg in record time.
Night is falling, people are sleeping and I still have not heard from anyone. Tomorrow will be better. First I need some ice cream to think clearly.
There is a little cove we like to go to in Acadia that not many people choose to find. It is aways lovely. One interesting thing is that I always see these little towers that people build in this location. Some are several stones tall. Not many other places but this one seems to provide the inspiration and the stones.
It was raining, again, hard, again. Our plan for the day was to start at the George Eastman Museum to tour his house and photography museum. We drove to Rochester about an hour each way. No issues getting downtown, in fact we were early so we stopped at a brand new Wegman’s and got coffee and worked for about 30 minutes. The house was quite amazing. Striking difference in this and the Rockefeller home. Both were impressive visually but Eastman’s was also a place to live, entertain and filled with things he loved. Two pipe organs - played at breakfast for him, billiards, photos, trophies - just full of his personality. The museum of photography is impressive and a treasure drove of images and materials for researchers and students. There were four exhibit halls the larger taken over for a photographer whose style simply did not appeal to me at all. That was a slight disappointment as it was the majority of photos. Nice historic cameras and photos filled another hall and prints from two other photographers in the last two were interesting. Then we returned to camp and on to an emerging park that will be number 418 on the master list. The ranger said it already is officially a park and it had a stamp. Anyway, we went to Auburn, NY and the home of Harriet Tubman. This is a story everyone should know, glad it is being made into a park. Her home in her later years, her house that she made a home for elderly blacks and her church and grave site are all here and we were fortunate to see them all. The ranger was exceptionally knowledgeable and enthused. We appreciated her. We went to dinner at a super nice place, the Elderberry Pond. Wow.
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The guides went off to yet another likely moldy old house, are these things endless? So I stayed here to work on my new crucial work of Moose Rights. I had a productive morning working on strategies when they returned to have lunch. As I had worked so hard I ate and went with them to a site. How fortunate that was. The park was about someone named Harriet and she was a slave. I thought women had a difficult time, these folks were in worse shape. Rights? Some did not even think they were people. My injustice antenna was quivering and the synopses were firing. I needed to get back to work. Moose Rights is on the front burner. Even though I need to get my money, this has to be a priority. I wonder how many scores of replies I had to my many emails from the morning? Tons I guess. Who could not care about the moose plight?
First, I need to find a good coffee shop, a double shot, mocha, whole milk, extra hot, no whip, touch of nutmeg, shot of butterscotch extra large latte is a simple need for someone who is taxing their brain at this level. We crusaders can't just fuel on grievances.
Oh, I know I can get whats-his-name to stuff envelopes. That’ll work.
I still don’t know how they missed New York.
Up early - very good night in the parking lot! We head east across central NY to Rome and then Seneca Falls. First stop was Fort Stanwix, (#210) a reconstructed fort that played a pivotal role in the French and Indian War and the Revolution. It was burned in 1781 and reconstructed in 1976. Very well done and had a good chat with a well-informed ranger. Next stop was to set up at Cayuga Lake State Park then, with the trailer parked, we went to the National Women’s Rights Historic Site (#211) where the first conference to address those issues was held in1848. Again, well done place and interesting intersection of people and history. Seneca Falls is also the inspiration for the movie, “It’s a Wonderful Life.” We saw the bridge where one of the dramatic moments takes place in the movie and it is the scene of a real life rescue of someone who attempted suicide there years ago. The plaque may have started Frank Capra to plan a story that became the movie. We toured around the little town of Geneva to look for a restaurant but decided none were quite right so we bought ground round at Wegman’s and cooked great burgers at the trailer. The visitor center for the Finger Lakes at Geneva was quite a place. On the lake with food and a wine bar, wifi and lots of information.
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I am stressed. Really stressed. Did you know that going to New York did not mean going to like the best place on earth? We are in small towns, farm land, lakes (well lakes are not bad) but no theatre, no bagels, no lawyers, no neon for like miles. Who knew that NY was so, so, so, rural! Who lives here? Don’t they know the promised land is like an hour away? So that is stress one, stress two, a note from the lawyer - I get nothing, zero, not a penny. Why if they are using my image, I ask? Copyright and, “prove it is me,” she said. Of course it is me, do you see another Moose this statuesque, bold, dynamic, photogenic? Certainly not. So, now I have to figure out a strategy to get the millions I am owed. Stress number three, and I did not see this one coming. We go to the Women’s Rights thing, some old barn like building that they are raising a hoopla over but the issue is like, of course they should be paid, absolutely they should vote, hold office, wear pants (well, the jury may be out on that one) inherit property. I was indignant (ferreting out injustice is one of my most outstanding qualities). Then I realized Moose don’t have any of those rights. We need them, that pant thing excepted, and people shoot at us!!! I am double indignant. I need to organize a convention, call strikes, refuse to be a target, not allow any more images used and…. I really need to ease the tension, lesson my stress before I attack the crucial issue of Moose Rights. First I need to find a good moose-oose who can get rid of the knots in my shoulders this stress had created.
Sunset over Schoodic Point across Frenchman’s Bay in Acadia.
We spent two hours at the King Arthur Flour factory store before we left for NY. It was quite the destination for bakers (CJH) or for those of us who like baked goods (DJH). Temptations were everywhere. There was a cafe, a store, classrooms, viewing area of preparations going on and demonstrations in the store area. Tasty demonstrations as it turned out. It was really neat and delicious. Beautiful building and an interesting history behind the product. KAF is now an employee owned company. Then in an absolute downpour we drove, cautiously, across the mountains in to NY. We stopped at the Saratoga National Battlefield, park 209 if you are keeping track, officially half way to the 417. Then on to a Walmart in Herkimer, NY for the night.
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What a day, I shouldn’t sleep while the vehicle is moving because we don’t go where we should. I thought we were spending time in New Hampshire, perfect Moose state, but no, never stopped and I ended up in some place near the highway; then we left in the morning before I could complete a class at the baking school. I mean they were excited to have a pastry chef of my talents there and, though they did not get around to asking, I am sure they wanted me to teach a class. But we were gone in a mere two hours. And where did we go, no place in Vermont but to another cannon place somewhere in the fog. Really. How do they find these places? Why! So, I guess, we will be in the city tomorrow because we are on the Hudson River. I think I will take a quick nap so I am fresh for the Big Apple and meetings with my lawyers. Also, while I am asleep I get no questions from … I really need to learn his name. He was fascinated with the bakery, interesting.
One more attempt at a sunrise photo was again met with super, deep grey skies and not much light seeping through. So we headed back to the trailer, hooked up the truck and headed off island. We did stop in Bar Harbor for blueberry coffee to go. Good choice. Out intended trip was to northern NH but unrelenting rain and the forecast for more of the same the next day forced us to make an adjustment. The change meant we would miss Polly’s Pancakes. So sad. We stayed the night at KOA near Woodstock, VT. Not the famous Woodstock but a very fancy little town. It is located just off I-89 and I-93. The Quechee Gorge is also there and it is the attraction that draws people. I was tired from the drive, it was difficult over the mountains in heavy fog and rain. The owner of the KOA noted that I was dealing with a migraine - that also delayed us a bit somewhere in NH while I waited for my sight to return. Anyway she sent over a sample of peppermint oil that she said would relieve the pain. Not sure if it worked but I appreciated the thoughts and the effort to help. Our change of plan puts us into NY in the early afternoon tomorrow.
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So announcement briefing this morning was not so good. First, Cindy, the good guide, got a lifetime Acadia Achievement Award. Wait a minute what did she do to get that? I did everything she did, backwards and in hoofs. What was my award, nada. Next, I am told pack up we are leaving. I am glad, sort of, and sad, sort of but I would like more notice. I am not a last minute kind of moose, in fact, careful preparation is one of my most outstanding qualities.They said something about me not being around for two days. Right, make it about me. I am a bit miffed.
Then I find out we are going to NH and VT today and New York the next three days. OK, now I am un-miffed. NH and VT are great Moose States and I will surely see some friends or perhaps meet an eligible new girl friend -apparently I need that as well. But the big news is New York. Yay! Broadway, Times Square, great Italian food, great Irish food, great Greek food, just great food. Decent coffee bars and super pastry shops on every corner. It is a dream - I am just the guy to take a bite out of the Big Apple. The other benefit is my lawyer’s firm is there, I can certainly pick up my checks. I may need them to finance all the meals and plays I envision. So, the guides are actually pretty good for people. They even said we can stop in town and pick up my photos.
I would still like an award.
So because the weather was not cooperating I went to the shore and put a dark filter on my lens to shoot long exposure shots of the water. This was a neat spot - the water would fill this bowl and then flow out. This was a 25 second exposure at f8, 43mm and ISO 200.
We were up early to try and get some sunrise photos because the day before was so nice we hoped the forecast rain would be delayed. It was not the morning was solid grey with the promise of rain any moment. So, after failing to get a decent morning shot, we went to town and had egg bagels at Morning Glory. CJH tried to see what they do that makes them so good and has ideas to try when we get home. We also bought bread, two cookies and two slices of pie. Then we shopped in Bar Harbor for an hour or two and actually bought a few of the things that were looked at early in the week. Including a new shirt for me with trails in stead of peaks, five I have not done. We have no choice but to return.
We did a longer walk on the shore to Otter Cliffs from near Sand Beach and then did a carriage road across the Duck Bridge. Neither of us had the desire to try too much up. I photographed a couple of wood ducks at Witch Hole Pond and then we were back at the trailer for a light dinner.
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I woke up late to perfect Moose weather and the guides were gone somewhere. Who knows. I was glad to have a slower day but wondered where some of my old friends have gone, or why they could not come yesterday. I am sure it was urgent or they would not have missed. The little misplaced, hanger-on moose is still here and still asking questions. Once I get fully in gear I will find out his name. And encourage him to go home. Although it might be nice to have a mentee - he would learn so much from me. No, bad idea, he is not the one I would choose. I am just missing EB and my other friends at home and the coffee here is not up to my standards. I need a decent latte. Soon! Then I need to find out the plans the guides have for a return trip because I know everyone at home is missing me greatly. And I do need to write some notes today, so I will just settle in to the nice rain and, oh, I forgot, maybe something in the email from the lawyer about my money. I must be due thousands. Maybe we could swing by where ever people keep those kind of funds and pick them up. I will check that, drop my film from yesterdays festivities off at the developers and then get an early start on some plans for my return home.
It is hard to take a bad photo at Jordan Pond in Acadia National Park but I really like this perspective. It is a bit east of where 90% of the shots are taken here. The main difference is that the Bubble Mountains (North Bubble and South Bubble) in the middle overlap as they are instead of appearing side by side. This is shot low to the water with the rocks in the foreground in focus. For the photographs here, this was shot at 18mm, ISO 200, f/11 and 125th.
It is the big day, the hike up Pemetic Mountain. It is the last one not climbed on the shirt CJH bought me a few years ago. It was a gorgeous day and we started up just about 8 in the morning. The ascent was on the Jordan Pond trail and then up on the Pemetic Southridge trail. We started in a nice forest and then up several dozen steps, then again through forest but more rock underneath, gradually the trees thinned and we emerged on the sloping granite at about 1/2 way to the top. Fewer and fewer trees and more exposed rock but you get false tops before the real top and on this hike there were two before the actual apex. We enjoyed the view, had a snack and then made the bad choice to go back on the Northridge Trail. After 1/4 mile we were into a difficult descent over loose boulders and smaller rocks the entire way. It took a long time to get back. We hopped on the Island Explorer, a free bus sponsored by L L Bean. Nice. We picked up a bowl of clam chowder for lunch and, after a brief rest, went for a walk on the rather flat trail at Hunter Brook Cove, a favorite spot. Had a great dinner in Bar Harbor at Galyn’s - always classy and excellent. Then we wandered among the shops and ended with chocolate and buttermint ice cream at MDI, my favorite shop!
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Well the big day arrived with clear sunny skies, about the only slight flaw in a perfect plan executed to the ultimate degree. I was up early, thankfully the guides went off to climb another silly mountain. With all the nice ponds to explore they keep going up? Anyway, I finished cooking all the food and still had time to polish my antlers and groom my lush coat. And just barely finished the name tags, we moose are not the most distinctive breed, except for certain excellent individuals. About 11:00 the first cousins arrived from Baxter area, then four more from Mooselake region and even three from NH. By noon nearly 20 moose were ready for the feast, though I thought a few more might come I figured it was just more for those that did. And they loved the food. It was a huge hit. Well, they did not really like the lobster rolls but the salad and the seafood boil were gulped down with gusto. Actually a little too much gusto, they made a mess and still had to go to the pond to eat some reeds and grasses. Not one of them had decent table manners. Also they were not enamored with the baked Maine. I heard one cousin from Aroostock County say he never had ice cream and did not like reminders of winter. Reminders of winter, move to a better climate! I am sure they enjoyed themselves a lot but they did not stay too long after the food was finished except one little runt cousin I had not met before who seemed to see the light of decent dining and he Is hanging around asking all sorts of annoying questions. I guess I can be magnanimous, one of my outstanding qualities - and answer him kindly. I was also a bit miffed that none of my old girl friends were able to come. It seems they managed to swallow their extreme disappointment that I had moved and chose to address their heartbreak by getting married. Married! It has been a long week of preparation and even I get a little tired at times I think I will rest a bit tomorrow if this “cousin” will leave me alone. I need to learn his name. I actually miss home a bit and wonder if any new restaurants have opened since I left.
I did not have time to check my email today, hope the lawyer has my checks sorted out.
At the top!
Woke up to some rain today so we postponed the really big hike for Saturday but we still managed to get a hike in at the trail for Upper and Lower Hadlock ponds. We did not do all of the Upper pond. It was very pretty in spite of the rain and the exposed roots that made the initial going slow. The trail follows along a stream that connects the two ponds, large ponds actually. The neat thing was the place looked like leprechauns or fairies or some such creature would live here. Really want to go back some sunny morning. Because the weather was not improving we choose to use this as our “catch up” day. We went into town and set up the computers at the Independent Coffee Shop. They have Blueberry Coffee and we both enjoy it. So we got in about 2 hours of work. Then clean up in the trailer and truck - then laundry back in town. The place we thought we would use by the campground did not actually have washers. Oops. Great to get all that done. We had dinner with a fire at the campsite. Not our usual practice but it was nice that night.
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I just had too much work to do today to enjoy perfect Moose weather. Drat. My visits with my aunts went well but I think they may be slipping a bit cause they had a hard time remembering me. I didn’t actually see S. Special either, no one knew where she went but the rumor is that she migrated west to Montana. Montana, that is like a thousand miles to the nearest latte. Just as well she was not the most stable branch in the forest. And as I may’ve mentioned I had work to do. First I am off to catch some lobsters. Not too hard cause they are often gathered in little boxes at the ends of strings. Easy peasy to grab 20 or 30. The real work comes after I cook them because you must de-shell the creature. I then spent the rest of the day harvesting veggies and greens. Plus setting up my dough to rise overnight for the rolls. Everything is coming along so well. I also moved the location to a more remote location. You know what a crowd gathers when one moose strolls into town, imagine 75 or 80! So I found this open super moosey spot just past the Duck Bridge. Perfect. My skill in anticipating problems in one of my more outstanding qualities.
Still no word on my missing checks, I must ding the lawyer tomorrow if I get a chance. And to get a bit of rest because tomorrow is the big day.
This is a stream between two ponds, Upper and Lower Hadlock. It was a misty rainy foggy day and it felt like this was another world.
We finally have nice weather after three days of overcast and / or rain. Mostly rain. We took advantage and first walked the Great Head Trail, a primer for the bigger trails but some of the best ocean views on the island. Then we slipped into town and had lunch at the Morning Glory, a long-time favorite spot for breakfast but it was equally good for lunch, than back to another easier trail, Gorham Mountain. This is made a bit more challenging but going up the south ridge and then down the north side. Part of the way down we took another trail to a bit more remote lake, “The Bowl,” and then back to the parking area near sand beach. On the way up we were passed (only because I am taking lots of photos:) by a couple from Boone, NC who had just received the mailing from Mountainside Church about their move to a new venue. We then went back to the campsite, changed and went to dinner at the The Chart Room - after shooting sunset photos near the campground. CJH said her meal was one of the best she ever had, anywhere. Pretty good recommendation. Mine was excellent too, a mixed grill of three fish. Back to the trailer, it is so dark here, cool. We are warm and cozy in the trailer.
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So much to do and only one of me to do it. It is a good thing that time management is one of my outstanding qualities. It would not be such an issue but the guides are going to The Bowl as it is called now, in my day it was simply the Dipper. But I really wanted to do that walk up Gorham and around - first, because I had not been in several years and second, who knows where the “guides” would end up without my keen sense of direction. So we did the trail together. They struggled to keep up but I was patient, as I already mentioned, a sterling part of my character. After, I did the preparation for the big Saturday feast. Lots of chopping and mixing, a delicate task for a well-hoofed animal such as myself, but I have accomplished it to perfection. Also, tomorrow will be lots of cooking after I dredge up some lobsters. However, I am taking time to visit with a couple of elderly aunts, Phaeton 5859 & Series 62, across the bay as they will not be able to swim over for the celebration feast and I know they would be quite upset if they did not get to see me. Understandably, of course. I might also see if Sixty Special would like to go to the movies, we have not seen each other for 5 years and I expect she misses me a lot. Just great to be basking in the blueberry essence of my youth but need to keep working if this party is to be the smashing success everyone expects of my efforts.