It turns out that the wildflowers that I had posted pictures of from our travels on the C&O canal towpath earlier this Spring were only a fraction of what there was to be seen and enjoyed. Here are pictures of more flowers taken from our more recent visits.
Spring has returned with a vengeance to the C&O Canal towpath. One’s spirits are lifted at the sight of a trail lined with flowers.There are so many different kinds spring flowers to be seen, some of which I still cannot identify in spite of all the years I have spent on the trail!
Suffice to say that a walk along the canal is the spring time can do wonders for you!
We are in the middle of winter. It is the time of year when it is usually quite cold in this part of the world. But it has been unusually warm during the last few days, with the temperature threatening to reach the upper 70s (Fahrenheit, that is) later on this week. We hiked up Sugarloaf Mountain, just across the border of Montgomery county in the neighboring Frederick county, last weekend. It has been a long time since we visited Sugarloaf even though it is quite close to home. We have been dissuaded by the crowds that are attracted to the location because of its proximity to the high population area of Washington DC and its suburbs. The crowds are especially overwhelming during the other seasons when families come in large numbers to picnic on the mountainside. The place is littered with cars, adults, children, and dogs when this happens. It is not the kind of place one would go to if you were hoping for a little bit of quiet and solitude. We saw more people than we expected last weekend because of the nice weather, but we had fortunately gotten to the park early enough to avoid the biggest crowds.
It was a beautiful day for a hike and we ended up walking over 8 miles. We got to some areas of the park that are less accessible and therefore quieter. Here are some pictures from the hike.
Here are some pictures that capture some of the chaotic elements of the season of Fall from the visual perspective. There is the appearance of the fallen leaves as seen below.
There are the branches on the trees (in this case our red maple tree), even as colors change during a span of a couple of days.
Finally, here are a couple of scenes from the woods during the fall process. In the past I have not thought about these kinds of views as being chaotic, but there is a certain randomness to the elements that contribute to the overall appearance that leads me to conclude that it does meet the definition of such a process.
Perhaps the fact that a particular process appears to be chaotic does not necessarily mean that there is something wrong with it. Here are other interpretations of chaos.
Not sure if this fits into the weekly category, but since life is a quest for something or the other, I decided to post this old letter from 2009 with a few pictures I took at that time…
The leaf dropped out of the tree and was caught by the gentle Autumn breeze as it fell from the sky. I swung my arm lazily as I ran by, as the leaf drifted across the trail. Amazingly I made contact and the leaf ended up in my hand. Alright!, I said to myself. At least that is what I thought I was doing. But these days I am sometimes not sure if I am speaking to myself, or if I have said something out aloud without realizing it. But it did not matter in this instance since I was all by myself. I could behave like an happy two year old without having to worry about somebody looking at me in a strange way because I was not “acting my age”.
Perhaps, this is one reason I enjoy being out there on the trail. I can scream out loud with a sense of wonder every time the heavy locomotives of the freight trains power past me. I can even sing loudly to myself with only the flowers, the birds, and the occasional curious squirrel hanging around to hear the cacophony. I can drop the burden of “expected” behavior and be myself. I can take unplanned diversions from the trails into the unmarked woods if I want. I can follow the butterfly or dragonfly as it flitters from flower to flower, hoping it settles down long enough at one location without flying away at my approach, so that I can take its picture. (It does require a lot of patience!) It is truly a healing process to get away from “civilization”. Maybe I have a stupid smile on my face when I am out in the woods, and this why the few people I encounter seem to respond to me with a pleasant Good Morning. Maybe they are all as crazy as I am.
The heat of summer is behind us and the cooler days of Autumn have arrived. There are the cool and crisp Fall mornings – with the clear and bright blue skies, with the occasional fluffy wisps of clouds floating by – looking like light cotton balls that are being gently pulled apart by some unseen hand in the sky. There are the cold and gloomy mornings, when the clammy feeling penetrates your jacket, and even your skin, when the heavens are filled with dark ominous clouds that block the sun and scurry across the sky, as if in a hurry, eager to get somewhere.
The leaves are just beginning drop from the trees and there are already a few spots of reds and yellows in our neighborhood and on the trail. The Frittilary that I saw in large numbers at the beginning of summer in Black Hill park have long since gone, and so have the somewhat rarer Monarchs. There is still the occasional Tiger Swallowtail to be seen, but other than a few Skippers, this really seems to be the season for the Sulphurs.
The unidentified dragonflies and damselflies are still around in smaller numbers, occasionally flying around in pairs as if they were indulging in some sort of mating ritual (perhaps they are!), but they will also disappear as surely as the butterflies and the leaves on the trees.
The various types of ducks that I used to observe at Black Hill have long since gone, and I am looking forward to Spring when I hope to see the somewhat rarer migratory species once again. The Canada Geese that are supposed to be migratory never left, and they dominate the lake and the river these days. The cardinals are still around, but the robin will only return in spring. My good friends, the blue heron, can very frequently be seen in certain sections of the canal fishing. (Yesterday I saw a whole bunch of cormorants perched on some rocks in the middle of the Potomac near Harpers Ferry. I was even fortunate to capture the picture of a raptor, perhaps it was an eagle or a osprey, diving into the waters of the Potomac to come up with a fish that it had caught!)
The last flowers of summer can still be seen in the woods of Black Hill and along the towpath – the purple chicory, some white and purple fleabane, some asters, a few goldenrods, and some others that I still cannot identify. I wish I had more time!
I cannot wait to experience the vast expanses of the fields of Virginia bluebell on the towpath in Spring.
And thus the days, the seasons, and the years go by, and one finds that one has survived to reach the age of 50! (Teresa had arranged a great surprise Birthday party! Thanks to John from arranging his trip from Bangalore so that he could spend the evening with us.) The times seem to rush by in a hurry, and before I knew it, over 20 years of marriage have gone by and the kids have all grown up. In just a few years the next generation will be ready to take over the reins from us, and eventually we will also be consigned to the dust. The cycle of life will continue. I have to remind myself constantly that we need to do our best while we are here, and that we also need to make the best of what we have without being greedy. In tough times I have to try to remember that I am one of the fortunate ones, and that the present will eventually become the past. In the short time that we have here on Planet Earth, perhaps we can try to leave our mark by doing something positive for others, and we can also try to leave the world in a better shape than we found it. Maybe, just maybe, this could be The Meaning of Human Life.
Life goes on. Keep on Truckin…
Anybody remember this song?
I have put in quite a few miles on my bike on the trail this week. It occurred to me that, remarkably, I was not feeling bored in spite of the repetitive nature of the rides. I remembered a blog I had read from a webpage tracking a couple’s hike on the Pacific Crescent Trail. This particular posting was a guest blog by somebody who was traveling with them for a short stretch. He talks about what the experience of hiking means for him. I could empathize with some of what he was saying – about the silence and the thinking that goes on. You can cover a lot of ground, both physically and mentally, without even being aware of it.
A couple of days back I was cruising in the cool of the early morning, lost in my own thoughts, on a section of the trail near Carderock. Between the mind games and the focus on the act of riding (something that has become more automatic these days) I was having a ball. I was brought back to reality by the sight, out of the corner of my eye, of two older gentlemen who were walking in the other direction. When you are riding a bike at a decent pace people pass by quickly, but I did notice that one of the guys was smiling broadly, looking at me, and giving me a thumbs-up sign with both his hands. He was encouraging me on. I had to smile back. Or maybe I was smiling already, and this was his response. Did I look like I was on a mission and needed encouragement? Or was he simply happy to wish somebody on the trail. It does not matter. He had reached me somehow and raised my spirits even further. Everything was good!
With the distances I am covering, and with the coming of summer, I am seeing kids everywhere on the trail. There are summer camps and outings, with bike rides, horse rides, boating (tubing/canoeing), fishing, swimming, and other kinds of activities to keep the young ones occupied. It is great that the natural resources of the area are being taken advantage of so that kids learn about the great outdoors all around rather than getting stuck indoors staring at the screen of some electronic device the whole day.
But with kids on the trail there is an additional element of caution that is required, especially if one is cruising on a cycle. Sometimes they seem to be completely oblivious to what is going on around them. Last week I was passing a group of kids and everybody moved out of my way except for one lad who basically got on his bike a started riding straight towards me on the wrong side of the trail. I had to yell and brake hard. He finally moved away at the last minute. Who knows where he mind was at.
Then there was this group of kids on bikes who rode off the trail at Whites Ferry while I was trying to get on to it. They did not know enough to even get out of my way. I had to stop and let most of them get through first. Their adult leader apologized once he got them going properly.
A couple of days ago I rode up behind a group of adults and kids on horses. While most of the horses were well behaved and were keeping to one side of the trail, a couple of them were not cooperating at the back of the line. They were wandering all over the trail, standing across it to look at me (maybe they were curious) while their riders were trying to talk them into getting back into line. At one point one of the riders thought that the horses wanted to get in line on the other side of the trail (the wrong side), but that was obviously not their intention. The horses finally cooperated and I was able to pass on the left. On my way back on the trail, as I approached the same group and started passing them from the front, the little kids on the horses started shouting to me. They told me that the last two horses in line were in training and that I should be careful. The kids seemed quite concerned about my safety and they were so sweet about it. I yelled my thanks without slowing down too much. The kids are alright!
During the last couple of days I have run into more issues with people, both adults and kids, on the trail who do not seem to know what to do when a biker comes by. Sometimes people are not keeping to their side of the trail and they get very confused when a biker comes up behind them. I announce myself loudly so that people can move aside, and if at least one person in the group hears me I am usually in good shape. But sometimes somebody darts across the trail into my way at the last minute and I have to brake hard and yell. Just yesterday, a kid almost ran me off the cliff near Anglers Inn. He apologized while I tried to recover my composure.
But I want to come back to the thought I started this blog with, which is that it does not matter how many times you go over the same territory when hiking or biking. The experience simply does not get old. Just yesterday I was riding past a section of the trail that always catches my attention in the early morning light. As I have done several times in the past, I stopped once again to take a picture. Perhaps you have seen this picture before.
Then there are these other experiences from the ride.
And, yes, it is hot as heck outside right now. The folks in the picture below have more determination than I do!
We will see what the next week of riding brings.
The spring flowers that lined the trail with different colors in different in sections,
Or the light tinge of green beginning to appear among the branches of the trees;
The big fat bird that I sighted in the distance,
That kept running away from me along the trail as I slowly caught up with it,
That eventually managed to lift its huge and somewhat ungainly body off the ground
and disappear into the woods around a corner;
The small turtle crossing the trail oblivious to the dangers posed by folks like me;
The big turtles perched on the logs in the waters of the canal warming themselves,
Or swimming in the clear waters with their backs sticking out above water level;
The incredibly bright red cardinals zipping across the trail in front of me;
The extremely loud pecking of the woodpecker ringing through the woods;
The fox crossing the trail and the canal as I approached;
The barred owl that rose from a tree just beside the trail as I went by,
Flying off to settle on a tree further away from the trail to stare at me;
The vultures that reluctantly rose from the trail as I approached,
Only to land on the trees above the trail to watch me go by;
The appearance of the two dogs that seemed to have no master,
One approaching me with an awkward and sideways gait,
Seemingly looking at me warily out of the corner of one eye,
And the other running away to the berm side of the canal to stare at me from the distance?
But the overall result was a great time riding my bike even though I did not stop to smell the roses, and even as I covered 20 miles in each direction along the towpath in preparation for the ride from Pittsburgh to the DC area happening later in the year.