Archive for August, 2010
Qu’est-ce que c’est? Vous ne parlent pas français?? Mon dieu! À la fin de cette année, Emilie sera parler et comprendre un peu bien!
Emilie starts her first official day tomorrow, September 1, 2010. She is in the French Immersion program in Holliston, and will not hear a single word of English in class until after 3rd grade. Not even tomorrow! Bonjour mes amies! 🙂
We decided to go out and shoot a few pictures yesterday, while things are more calm. We went over to see her bus stop, I think she may be the only child there! And of course, where Emilie goes, so does Bubby. He’s going to be upset when he’s not allowed on the bus tomorrow. 😉
Sam Placentino elementary school. It’s a gorgeous building, approximately 5-7 years old. K-2 is housed here, and the 3rd-5th graders are next door at the Miller Elementary school. The two are joined by a “cafetorium” and staff finds that this integration greatly benefits the children as they progress from one school to the next.
This last one was taken as a prelude to one I’ll shoot in 13 more years – one taken on her very last day of her senior year. The beginning and the end. We’ll also wander back over to Sam Placentino and re-shoot that sign. 🙂
Today, August 31, we had a visit and orientation to the school. Nothing like a non-air conditioned building in 96F heat! Even with fans, most people left literally dripping sweat. Heat isn’t supposed to break until this weekend…….poor Em was so disappointed to not get to wear her “new school clothes” b/c they’re all long-sleeved and long pants.
It was a bit busy, with parents filling out forms and kids enjoying all the exciting new things.
After I filled out forms for her and wrote a check for $55 for milk at snack-time for the year, I found Em already immersed in a French book, completely settled in as if she’d always been there.
The kids were asked to draw a self-portrait (which was left in a basket on the table). Emilie’s was not only herself, but also “V.B.” from Fox25 morning news. Apparently, he’s made a great impression on her! V.B. was added after I asked her to hold up the picture. 😉
She did far better than I could have. Being one who despised art class and ANYTHING to do with drawing, this is the kind of assignment that I’d rather hand in blank and take a zero, than make any attempt. 🙂
Emilie and Mlle Mason. Truly, I was shocked to be the only parent there taking photos. C’est la vie!
After seeing her classroom, we went off to find other areas of the school (front office, nurse’s office and the library). The library is gorgeous!
The browsing room
Tomorrow will be her first day on the bus, and off to school. She saw where she’ll get off, and learned how to walk to her classroom. People keep telling me to bring tissues to the bus stop. Why?! What is sad about your child going to a school? It’s something you’ve known is going to happen from the day they were born. Guess I’m just not that emotional about regular life events. 🙂
In the late 1920’s, approval was given for the formation of a new watershed / reservoir to feed the growing Boston and metro areas. In central Mass, there used to be 4 towns: Prescott, Enfield, Dana and Greenwich. They were discontinued in 1936, as part of the formation of the Quabbin reservoir. Much of Dana is still above water, as well as portions of Prescott (now known as the Prescott peninsula). However, Enfield and Greenwich are long since underwater…..the effects of damming up the Swift river. The land surrounding the Quabbin is not accessible to cars (though the towns’ previous streets still exist), and few people seem to wander in deep to the woods for hiking. As such, it is an absolutely pristine place to wander the woods, accessible by one of 55 gates. We entered via Gate 36.
Our hike today was guided by a 20yr old copy of “50 Hikes in Massachusetts.” Portions of our hike were not ‘hiking,’ but instead true bush-whacking through swamp with waist-high brambles, “grabby plants” and hordes of mosquitoes. I think it’s time to spend a few $$ and buy an updated copy. Trails that “used to be” no longer are……..and when the GPS shows it’s only 300′ further to where you’re trying to go, its most frustrating to turn around and re-bushwhack what you just plundered. However, sometimes, you just can’t go any further forward …. at least while wearing shorts and not carrying a machete!
Our hike today was supposed to be 4 miles, and take about 2.5hrs. We decided to let James walk as much as he wished, but brought the frame pack along just in case. In total (with back-tracking impassable trails) we probably walked 5 miles today, and took about 4.5 hours. Emilie walked the entire time, she’s one incredible girl!
Em and George heading in the first portion from the parking area.
Sometimes Daddy and Emilie got a bit ahead of Mommy and James. Mommy enjoyed James’ pace, it gave her time to take lots of pictures and not always be “the one running to catch up.”
Within a few minutes, James was at his usual tearing pace, and Mommy was again left behind.
Emilie found a young Leopard frog in the firepit where we stopped to have a quick bite of lunch.
The trails varied greatly, and in some places, the ferns were rather large.
Emilie wasn’t too hungry, so while we ate, she gathered turkey feathers with quite a sheen to them.
James and Daddy enjoying a bite before hitting the major part of the hike. The camp sites were lovely, and one was occupied, complete with dart board hanging from a tree!
We finally enter the actual Quabbin reservoir land, via Gate 36.
James was very excited to see all the evidence of woodpeckers, especially as we have one who likes to peck on our house (yes, it’s loud!). He’s most intrigued by them.
Many critter houses were explored, though no one ever seemed to be home!
I was surprised to see a surviving “Indian Peace pipe” plant, these are usually long gone by this time of year.
As we head further in, the trail narrows a good bit.
Fall is coming!
The entire hike was lined with beautiful wild flowers:
Even on the stone “beach,” there were flowers!
Also found some berries that were just turning ripe
While James was busy exploring holes in trees (and yelling into them)………..
Emilie was turning over logs and stones, looking for “cool things.” She found this catepillar-snail-thing. 🙂
We finally made it down to the beaver pond, though none were to be seen (or heard).
One must cross over the beaver’s dam in order to continue upon the trail (yes, this is in the book!).
George and James contemplating the beaver dam crossing.
Then, the first round of bushwhacking commenced. Em IS on the trail, she’s trying to slide sideways through the reeds.
We finally came out to more views of the pristine pond, an absolutely lovely place!
James saw a “pinecone” about which he was very excited!
We went down a wrong path,
and walked through this spider’s web (oops!)
(yes, it was a BIG spider!)
But it turned out to be worth it because we saw this really cool tree!
Finally back on track, water is in sight, we’ve found the Quabbin! James was shouting for all he was worth “WATER! I see water!” (Lately, this is one of his fascinations when we drive anywhere…..seeing water)
We cut through a minor bit of forest from the paved, abandoned, road that we had come out to, in order to access the shores. The kids had a great time throwing rocks in the water, James trying to throw the largest ones he could lift.
We left the lake’s edge, and headed off to find the “end of the road.” This paved road is original to the discontinued towns, and a reminder of those who used to live here. The kids found great joy in walking backwards….Emilie started, and of course James had to follow.
Many gorgeous stands of birch along the way.
Em found a lady bug, the shiniest one I think I’ve ever seen.
And finally we found it………the end of the road. Where literally, the paved road just heads off into the lake. I can not even fathom the backlash if such a project were proposed today.
As if to confirm the point………follow the stone wall with your eyes into the picture, and then notice that it turns to the left and runs underwater. Someone’s former fields.
James wandered off into that soft mush mud and promptly fell on his butt. He was NOT happy to be wearing mud shorts, so we scooped him up and put him in the pack for the first time. At that point, we decided to turn back. As we back-tracked on the paved road, we were able to find a cellar hole from a previous resident, and their deeeeeeep well.
Not only did we see flora, but we also saw fauna. This first one is for Grandma Nancy! 🙂
Sometimes we were not the observers, but the observed.
I wish that I had shot a few pictures of the “trail that wasn’t.” But it was so awful, I just didn’t even think of it. The book headed us down a former grassy road. The problem became obvious at the far end of it, where we were to emerge back near the beaver dam. I think that in the 20+ years since this was written, the trail has disappeared into swamp, due to the beaver activity (and expansion).
As we headed home along Rte122, this gorgeous view of the Ware river appeared in Barre. The reflection of the pines in the river and the absolute stillness of the water were just stunning to behold. These pictures don’t do it justice!
It was a wonderful day to be out in the woods, and we greatly enjoyed our hike. Looking forward to another one next weekend hopefully!
Just felt like grabbing an old manual focus lens (Nikon’s 35mm, f/1.4, mine is roughly 28yrs old, by its serial number) and wandering the backyard. Most of these are shot at f/1.4, thus the very limited depth of field.
Being a gorgeous day today with lovely dry air, we headed west to the town of Princeton and hiked up to the summit of Mt Wachusett. The summit is 2006 feet, and our ascent was 1.4 miles, rising 750 feet. For the trip up, James rode on my back in the Kelty backpack. I suspect the days of him riding are soon coming to an end. We decided we’d let him try hiking down, and created a monster in doing so. He will absolutely NOT accept any help, even if it means tumbling down rocks, over tree roots and being laid out many times. Slow is not in James’ vocabulary. There was one section where the Jack Frost trail joins the High Meadow trail where footing is precipitous, and the trail barely a body-width. James was carried, under great protest. My sincere apologies to those of Central MA who must surely have heard all his exclamations this afternoon!
This is the trail map. We went up the red line (Harrington trail) and down via the yellow line (Mtn House, Jack Frost, High Meadow and Echo lake trails).
At the start, we headed up a long hill to the Princeton Light & Water company’s new windfarm, updated in May of 2010. Later, we’ll see these windmills again from an overlook, and get a perspective of how far we’d hiked. This one was spinning nicely, wish I’d used a slow shutter speed to show it.
Heading up the Harrington trail, footing is pretty decent. This leads into a wetter area where the bugs significantly increased, though no mosquitos.
And yeah, I’m not kidding. It’s starting already. Things are so incredibly dry!! We saw many trees already starting to turn along the roads. Hopefully a good season for color!
Things start heading uphill, and footing gets more interesting, especially when wearing 34lbs of wiggly James. Every time we saw a set of markers, he would excitedly yell in my ear “Another one!!!!!!!” 🙂
Em and George (and yes, that’s the trail just below them)
Gymnastics has it’s advantages, and Em scrambled up the mountain like a mountain goat born to do so!
The view from an overlook (no, not the summit) , showing us just how far we’d come. The car is parked just down at the base of the hill below those windmills. This was about an hour into our hike. Only 10 more minutes to the summit!
We got to the summit in an hour and 10 minutes (trail is prescribed as 1:30), not bad with 2 kids along. After walking and looking around (and being able to see Boston!), we sat down and had lunch in the shade of a tree. The kids greatly enjoyed the fish pond, loaded with hundreds of goldfish (they looked too small to be koi).
After lunch, we started our descent and decided to give James his legs and see how he did. We created a monster! He wanted to go as fast as possible, and had no respect for rocks, tree roots or large boulders. Any time assistance was offered, he’d indignantly refuse, loudly stating ” I do it!!!” Every time he fell, he’d quickly pick himself up, quickly assure us “I’m fine!” and then be off again. There were sections of the trail where such behavior simply wasn’t safe, and he protested VERY loudly when he had to be put back in the pack for about 5 minutes.
Off goes James!
George withdrawing an offer of help which was refused with great indignity! James wanted to jump/run off of every rock.
A really cool bright orange and yellow shelf fungus that we passed.
The boy who loved to find trail markers!
In the final stretch, jockying for who is first.
The terrain changed frequently with elevation, ranging from rocky & rooted to smooth and peaceful, like this hemlock forest.
James?? No, he’s not with us, he’s on his own course.
Just about done!
At the end, we found the pond FULL of frogs! Never having hiked here this late in the season, we never knew how plentiful they were. We easily saw 20, if not 30! This was very exciting to both kids, and Emilie was particularly amazed at how they swim.
Just a quick update, as I’ve been gone for a bit. On Thursday, July 15, 2010, Bort died. He was 14 years, 3.5 months. He gave us many wonderful years, and we’re happy he was part of Dr. Waters’ Longevity study. Hopefully much will be learned from these excessively long-lived dogs.
Emilie with Banja (on table) and Bort (on ground)
Shortly following Bort’s death was the death of our ~15yr old Siamese cat, Sammie. She was in complete renal failure, so the course of action was obvious. While Bort now rests on the “shelf of dead dogs” next to Froli, Sammie is out in the front yard under some lovely flowers. The kids helped us bury her.