We are winding up a week resting up in our old haunts while waiting for the leaves to erupt in the Shenandoah National Forest.
Stayed a night in Plattsburgh before heading out to do yet another loop of the Adirondacks as that region is eye candy galore.
This masterpiece was sweeping across the skies over the hotel. I believe those are mammatus clouds (composed primarily of ice) extending from the main body.
I had previously visited this bridge several years ago during the night in order to photograph the Milky Way.
The replica of a “farm bridge” has had a recent facelift.
I force-marched right past this section despite being told exactly where to find the fossils.
“Nearly 500 million years ago, Button Bay was part of a continental shelf submerged in a warm, shallow sea full of life. The park’s limestones and limey shales preserve many fossils dating from that time; its fossilized coral is among the world’s oldest. About 12,000 years ago, the region was covered by a chilly ocean called the Champlain Sea – predecessor of Lake Champlain.”
– National Geographic Guide to the State Parks of the United States
In this photo, you can see some fossilized sea snails but unfortunately it is difficult to find the namesake of the park, the button-like concretions formed when calcium mixed with clay in the Champlain Sea, as park visitors find it hard to resist the perfect souvenir.
Regardless of where or how we end up, our day always consists of K9 hikes, eating and reading.
Less than 5 miles from Little Sand Point campground, I had to pull over because it was just too beautiful to pass with taking a photo.
The entire day turned out to be one incredible view after another.
After experiencing no small number of deer flies and mosquitoes, the game plan was to spend one night at Squirrel Pond in the North Maine Woods to see if we could tolerate the beasts.
I was pleasantly surprised to find the campsite was the least insect-ridden we had experienced and for a while, it seemed like it was going to be a perfect spot to stay for several nights.
BUT, it turned out I wasn’t paying attention to what the constant change was doing to Zoe and Aslan who are not yet 3 years old. While Granger has gathered quite a bit of experience over his ten years of living with me and is fairly adaptable, the siblings “know” only the sliver of the Sleepy Creek Wildlife Management Area where they had been exploring since puppyhood.
During one of our walks the morning we left, Zoe literally catapulted backwards out of the weeds she was investigating and ran to my side where she remained plastered for several moments.
I saw nothing but I suspect she encountered a moose as I believe I would have smelled a bear. Besides, all of them had seen a bear while living in WV.
Later, it became obvious Aslan was on heightened alert status and could not settle down, sniffing the weeds and returning to my side repeatedly.
They were obviously scared so I made the decision to load up and head on up the road because I didn’t think they would be able to settle down for the night.
Judging by Aslan’s crawling into my lap while I was driving back to the main road, whatever they were sensing was potent. My 65-pound, lanky Doberman was reduced to a quivering mass.
According to Wikipedia, “West Quoddy Head, in Quoddy Head State Park, Lubec, Maine, is the easternmost point of the contiguous United States. Since 1808, there has been a lighthouse there to guide ships through the Quoddy Narrows. The current one, with distinctive red-and-white stripes, was built in 1858, and is an active aid to navigation.”
I joined a small group for a tour to the top where one can experience a bit of claustrophobia. 😀
The act of stacking rocks has become so popular I read there is a counter-movement to curtail the practice as, according to this article in New Yorker magazine, “The movement of so many stones can cause erosion, damage animal ecosystems, disrupt river flow, and confuse hikers, who depend on sanctioned cairns for navigation in places without clear trails.”
I’ve hiked several extended hikes and seeing those cairns appear when you weren’t sure of the path, was a blessing.
So, I’m for the “guiding path” rock stacking but I do agree if done for meditative effects, maybe your own rock garden is in order.
“There ain’t no reason things are this way
It’s how they’ve always been and they intend to stay
I can’t explain why we live this way
We do it every day”
– Ain’t No Reason, Brett Dennen
I dropped by Brattleboro Subaru where I purchased my first Subaru back in 2014 to say hello to Matt Hale who sold me this most awesome vehicle.
I had done a significant amount of research as to what vehicle would suit my needs after my Ford Explorer was officially retired.
There are around 55,000 miles on the odometer and by the end of this journey, I am anticipating at least 15,000 more.
But I feel safe and confident my Subaru Forester will handle the task without issue.