I’m a native Rhode Islander, and like every native Rhode Islander, I have fond memories of Roger Williams Park (there’s a zoo, a carousel, and all kinds of fun playground stuff). There’s also a huge amount of park in Roger Williams Park, and most people drive around it for several minutes before reaching their destination. I’d never really walked around the park before, so about ten days ago (before all this snow) I decided to go for a hike out there.
I’ll be honest, when I first took up hiking (all of a week ago), I didn’t think my first experience hiking in snow would be my commute to work. But in case you hadn’t heard, the Northeast region of the United States got absolutely smashed by the blizzard, Juno. Yesterday, as I was grumbling about the lack of cleared hiking trails, I remembered that where I work is only about two miles from my house. So I got my hiking gear on, packed normal clothes and all my work supplies in my day pack, and set out on foot.
There’s a nature sanctuary about half a street away my house in Mystic. It’s actually two separate organizations – one is the Moore Woodlands run by the Avalonia Land Conservancy and the other is the Beebe Pond Park, run by Groton Parks and Recreation. The big loop around the pond is about 2 miles and can take about an hour to hike if you start on the Avalonia side. I left work early (I have flexible hours at the moment) in order to catch the last bit of sun and hit the trail.
There’s a quiet that falls around 5pm at the Seaport. The gate has closed, the main restaurants are generally closed, and the interpreters are beginning to leave their exhibits. The offices are starting to empty and the light is starting to fade.
This morning I woke up at 5:30am. It’s Saturday and my day off. I’ll admit I was more than a little miffed at the fact that I woke up so early on the first day in a month that I’ve been able to sleep in. I mean, sure, it’s great that I’ve been getting enough sleep lately that I could get out of bed at 5:30, but that wasn’t really what I wanted to do on my day off.
Roughly a year ago, I wrote a post called In Defense of Small Towns that talked about the value of traveling to small towns. Since it’s been a little over a year since I started this blog, I thought it…
The sun is shining, there’s a slight breeze, and the birds are singing. I get up from my spot on the porch and grab my dulcimer, anxious to play outside for the first time this year. Mine is a tear-drop shaped dulcimer, bulging at the sides and tapering off at the ends. It was handmade by a man named George in New Hampshire and has hearts and leaves twirling around the bridge.
Globetrotting: An Archaeologist’s Photo Journal is a collection of 50 of my favorite shots that I have taken over the past ten years. Many of them come from work I have done as an archaeologist or anthropologist, and some are just plain cool. Check it out on amazon and let me know what you think!
I’m currently spending my Spring Break in the middle of nowhere. Willingly. Canton, New York is a small town of about 5,000 people with a total of two (yes, two) streets forming what is referred to as the “village”. It…