This year we are only staying two weeks on Block Island. We’re hoping to spend our other two weeks of vacation time in Hawaii. Some retired people make personal rules for vacations:-) Continue reading Block Island: 2017
When there is no trike trip to get to the island, there seems to be not much adventure…until something goes wrong. Then shades of the old road trip return.
Continue reading Art fades…adventure takes over
I discovered a poetry box on my walk on the Greenway. See Block Island Poetry Project for information on the project.
It's almost time to leave for home and I have finally realized how much more there is to Block Island. You see I feel a great need to revisit the hiking trails each year, and that takes a while. Somewhere in the middle of the second week I start thinking about the beach. This year I started out with a visit to Grace's Cove on the west side.
Without planning to I walked along the beach to Dories Cove before heading back to our home away from home on Center Road. I enjoyed that walk so much that when the sky clouded over the next day I intended to repeat it. But instead, I turned north and walked out to Champlin Road. This was so much fun that I decided it is time to circle the island on the beach (one section at a time). But it's also time to go home! Next year I'll leave myself a note—explore the beaches, and start sooner!
As Tim played the flute (both in the cottage and on the beach) I searched for “hand” pictures to take with Pro HDR on my iPhone. I took many, but will only share a few. I am fascinated by the possibilites.
I also found a road/trail not marked on my map. Another new place to visit next year.
Walking back to the cottage I saw. . .
a landscape that called for a photograph,
more opportunities for hand photos,
reminders of why I love Block Island in June (so many roses in bloom!), and what we miss by coming so early.
I also walked along a Greenway trail I haven't been on for a few years. Treasures to see in the woods for walkers.
But it's time to get ready for the return to the real world. Some of you may remember Tim's complaint in the Four Stages of Starting Out that I hadn't mailed the package of things we didn't want to carry. Now it was time to send back the same package. But it has grown in size so we bought a substitute box at the post office.
I thanked Sheila and Jack (and Kaylee and Victor) for renting us their house on Block Island. They are here for the season, but I'm sorry to say it's time for us to make room for our replacement. We need to be out by Sunday morning. As always we're grateful for the use of their house, the extra bike, the information about what's going on, and simply the opportunity to share a yard with wonderful neighbors.
Two extras before I share this morning’s hike to the beach.
Tim’s post about our visit to the transfer station (aka dump), featured the clouds above the weighing station. This is what you see if you look to the right.
At the Wednesday Farmer’s Market I bought a large container of kale salad and a bag of spinach. I couldn’t get a good picture of the spinach, so I took one of fresh kale instead. Both the kale salad and the spinach are excellent!
This morning I took this year’s first hike to an actual beach. I walked down Beacon Road and then to the beach via Grace’s Cove Road. I walked along the beach to Dories Cove, and then returned to the Schneider house the same way I came. The walk was under five miles.
On Beacon Road I stopped to sit and take a picture of the farm. The bench is available for weary travelers, both on the road and those passing through on the Greenway trail.
The entrance to the beach reminded me of Tuckernuck, except that along with the rocks there were broken pieces of pavement.
Perfect conditions for pictures (using Pro HDR on the iPhone) of my hand. It took me over a half hour to make it to the beach.
It was almost 10am but no one was there. What a treasure!
There are signs that it isn’t always this empty, but there is very little trash.
In spite of the bright sunshine (not my favorite) I found many backgrounds for my hand that worked. I can’t imagine how wonderful this would be if I returned on a cloudy day.
On my way back to Beacon Hill Road I passed this sign. Must be true because I saw a deer just down the road.
Tim is playing the shakuhachi flute on the front porch. It’s time I posted this so we can have our dinner date at the National Hotel.
Hiking isn’t all I do on Block Island. Tim and I take tandem rides, go to the grocery store and the farmers’ market, find Block Island treasures to take home, and sometimes even eat out. I have been reading and napping, but a day doesn’t feel complete without a hike or two.
Before I start the saga of my last two hikes, I will note that I finished The Language of Flowers by Vanessa Diffenbaugh. The link here is from the publisher. I also read the New York Times book review and found out why I shouldn’t like it so much. But I did. The book had an obvious message and I loved it anyway. I said in an earlier post that to me, chicory means hope. In the flower dictionary at the end of The Language of Flowers it says it means frugality. As I walk on the trails I’ve been thinking about this. I think it means hope because it grows in such impossible places. There is hope that it will live. I agree that frugality also fits. It makes do with very little and survives. I’ve enjoyed putting the two ideas together.
I also solved the problem of having no hat by buying one at the Block Island Health & General Store—just the hat I wanted at a reasonable price. This time I’m going to leave it with Sheila so I don’t have to once again remember that I need a hat to hike in the sun. Also required is the tripod we packed and pulled 360 miles to get here. I have to admit that I never used it on the bicycle journey. Next year I think I’ll send it ahead with my hiking shoes and backpack. Instead, I’ll carry my old SLR Canon camera. I miss the zoom lens for travel shooting.
The last two hikes required no cyclilng to get started. I walked up the street to the greenway entrance just south of the airport. I took the blue walk yesterday and the orange walk this morning.
After leaving the road and walking downhill for a while, there is a steep hill to ascend. There is an incredible set of stairs with nets over the two trails on either side to prevent erosion. I tried climbing the stairs the first day, but sneaked up the trails the second day. They are steeper than they look! My hands were very relieved to make it to the top.
As I traveled along the path, trying to find the Enchanted Forest, I met beside the trail. . .
another hand! My hand made contact and perhaps found a new friend in the forest. I’m not sure how well they got on. We didn’t talk about it.
After leaving the Turnip Farm and the Enchanted Forest I walked out to the ocean via Black Rock Road. Most of the Greenway trails are for hikers only. No bicycles or horses are allowed. Black Rock Road is Block Island’s answer to the freeway. On this road ONLY pedestrians, bicycles, and horses are allowed.
The short hike this morning was up the stairs again and around the Loffredo loop. Here is the description on the back of my map:
Robert Loffredo helped purchase this majestic property adjacent to the Turnip Farm in memory of his wife Elaine, who lost her life in the tragic TWA flight 800 crash. Some of the highest land on the Island, it has commanding views . . . and contains a wonderful mix of shrubs and meadows, which harbors numberous breeding birds.
The walk was well worth the climb.