You know those visualization exercises where you’re supposed to conjure up a safe and happy place? Well, mine goes something like this: I’m walking through some obscure patch of woods on Cape Cod. No one is around. It’s quiet. It’s beautiful. I’m filled with peace. Then I see a small, unmarked trail and, after deciding to follow it, I stumble upon a perfect, people-free, undiscovered pond where I have a leisurely swim in waters as sweet as honeysuckle and as gentle and inviting as an old cotton t-shirt. So, that’s the pinnacle. That’s what I’m searching for when I incompetently bumble around these conservation lands, and national parks, and random patches of shaggy scrub pines. But, that happy place is pure fiction. What I tend to experience instead is a bit dirtier, more comical, and a lot less placid. It always involves mosquitoes, getting lost, getting found, and getting lost again, yet, sometimes, just sometimes, I get a brief encounter with the happy place I’ve settled on in my mind. And so it was yesterday, as I battled my way through the endless maze of trails in Punkhorn Parklands in Brewster. With my sneakers blackened by bog gunk, my dog about to collapse from dehydration (and resentment) and only the GPS on my iPhone to guide me, I found my way to that perfect pond, took a serene swim, and snatched a moment from time where my real matched my ideal. (more…)
Posts Tagged ‘Woods’
I was so excited to see the Cape Cod National Seashore‘s beautiful Province Lands featured on the cover of the travel section of last Sunday’s New York Times. And, even better, the wonderfully written article was not about the known treasures of that 3,500 acre thick slice of heaven curling around the tippity-top of the Cape, but was about a place that I had never visited – namely, the many glorious ponds found amongst the Province Land’s Beech Forest Trail. I vowed to check it out for myself the very next day. So, yesterday I set out on my journey with little preparation and only a copy of the Times article as my guide. And what I found was, as per usual, not exactly what I had expected. (more…)
Not that I blame them or would have it any other way, but the piping plovers chicks are cramping my style. Let me explain. For most of the year, my dog and I go to South Cape Beach in Mashpee for a nice morning walk along a thin sandy trail that has low dunes on the ocean side and swan-filled Waquoit Bay on the other side. It’s picturesque, it’s peaceful, it’s beautiful in any weather – all and all a perfect way to start the morning. But, alas, it is plover nesting season, and the plovers set up shop in the dunes of South Cape Beach. And those cute little plover chicks are as fragile and delicate as Blanche DuBois on a bad day, so my dog and I are forced to find a place to go where we won’t trample or terrify any creature protected by the Endangered Species Act. We both try not to hold a grudge. We understand. We love the plovers as much as the next person. We do, but still… (more…)
- A Healthy Cluster of Lady Slippers
For the inaugural post for WCAI’s The Daily, we put on our walking shoes and headed up to the woods of Mashpee to check out the Lady Slipper orchids. And, fair reader, the time to go see these beauties is now! In a few days, the weather will heat up, the bugs will descend upon the woods, and the lady slippers will move from the brilliant fuchsia color they have now to a paler ballet shoe pink, their petals will descicate and they will disappear for another year.