Taken on the C&O Canal towpath near the Monocacy aqueduct.
Also submitted for the weekly photo challenge.
Taken on the C&O Canal towpath near the Monocacy aqueduct.
Also submitted for the weekly photo challenge.
The subject of this week’s challenge is an easy one for me to tackle, and obvious to folks who know me. You will find me any free weekend exploring some section of the 184.5 mile long C&O Canal towpath. Last weekend took us to a section near Point of Rocks for our Sunday walk.The branches of the sycamore tree stand out in winter.There are the locks and lockhouses,
and the Potomac river (which looked especially blue that morning).The mergansers come around only in winter.The bridge at Point of Rocks looked stunning in the morning light and this almost looks like a piece of art when the endorphins are flowing on a lovely morning like the one we we had!
Still true after all these years!!!
It is a place where giant dragonflies keep you company as they buzz over the waters.
It is a place where the turtles say hello from the trunks of the fallen trees in the middle of the water.It is a place where turtles swim in the waters with most of their bodies submerged and heads above the water – where they quickly dive beneath the surface when they sense that you are looking at them.
It is a place where butterflies stay still enough that you can get close to them to take their pictures.It is a place where the butterflies play with your shoelaces when they think you are not looking.
It is a place where the green heron hides behind the branches of the tree that has fallen over the canal, and moves around as you approach, trying to make sure that you cannot get a clear picture of it.It is a place where the large great blue heron takes off overhead from a spot just near you, and you did not even realize that the bird was there.
It is the place where the startled deer swims across the canal when it notices your approach.
It is the place where the geese hiss at you when you pass them and their little ones.
It is the place where you can say hello to the folks and get a smile in response.
It is the place where canoes glide silently over the waters as the folks who are rowing chatter amongst themselves and navigate around the trees that have fallen into the waters that happen to block their way.It is the place where little children stagger aimlessly on their tiny feet across the trail while their guardians try get them to move in a general forward direction.
It is the place where the grand old river rushes noisily over the rocks, and where the cormorants perch on the branches of the fallen trees in the middle of the river.It is the place where squirrels, and bluebirds and cardinals show you the way on the trail.
It is my magical wonderland, and if I am lucky, I get to visit it for a few hours every once in a while.
These pictures were taken a few weeks ago. After a long period of the grayness of winter, the woods had finally turned completely green in our neck of the woods.
- Soon passing out of sight, memory, or existence; quickly fading or disappearing.
In an expanded spirit of the theme, I have picked some pictures that may fit the theme in more ways than one. These are all old pictures. The situations that some of them represent can never be repeated. Some of the others took place just because I happened to be in the right place at the right time, and this happened by chance, and it may never happen again. They all have to do with memories.
The pictures below were taken in 2005 and 2006 respectively. One had to be there at the right time of the year, at the right moment in time of the day, and on a day with the right conditions, to be able to see these. The conditions along the C&O canal where these pictures were taken have also changed since the time I took them, so that these conditions may never be duplicated. It was an evanescent moment in time that one could have said was a figment of my imagination if I did not have the pictures to show.The following picture is from 2009. It was humid on that particular morning, and this caused the mist to rise from the railing on the bridge at Broad Run Trunk on the towpath. I had never seen this before, and perhaps I will never see it again. I just happened to be there at the right time.And then there is this series of pictures taken in 2009 of the train that appears out of the mist on a cool morning and then quickly vanishes from sight, as if it had never been there in the first place. Nobody else was there to see it. It was like that tree falling in the woods. It was an evanescent experience that is only remembered today because of the pictures.The following picture is from 2005. The broken-down building below used to be the Pennyfield Inn, and it used to be next to Pennyfield Lock. The building was built in 1879 and was finally demolished in 2009. It is now replaced with an open space that feels like it has always been there. (The building actually has an historical context in that President Grover Cleveland used to stay here during his fishing expeditions to this area.) The Pennyfield Inn is now just a memory. It existed for only a fleeting moment in time in the grand scale of history, and now has disappeared. This picture from 2005 illustrates the evanescence of the life experience. One of the kids in this picture has just finished high school, the second is in college, and we just celebrated the college graduation of the third. The circumstances of the old picture below are now but a distant memory.Here are other submissions to the challenge.
This is a highly edited version of something I wrote many years ago. These days, I am also more comfortable with adding pictures and links directly to the narrative. Ain’t technology da bomb!
If you take the exit to Keep Tryst Road from US Route 340, (it comes up close to Harpers Ferry, just before you cross the bridge over the Potomac from Maryland into Virginia), and then follow the road all the way to the the bottom of a hill, it ends up next to tracks for the CSX railroad. At this point the road makes a U-turn and heads back up the hill to rejoin Route 340. This place next to the railroad tracks is where people park their cars to head out on hikes. The place is called Weverton. From this location you can follow the Appalachian trail (or the AT as it is fondly known) up to Weverton Cliffs, or you can cross the tracks and head down to the towpath towards either Brunswick or Harpers Ferry.
Weverton used to be real town many years ago. Very few people live in the area today. Back then an intrepid developer decided that he could harness the power of the waters of the Potomac for energy in order to develop commerce in this area. The concept did not work and one of the reasons for failure was the regular flooding of the river. I have read that you can see the remains of the old town of Weverton if you leave the towpath and head towards the river. I have not been successful in finding these ruins so far. Weverton is also a switching yard for the railroad, and the location from which a spur line used to branch off towards Hagerstown. You can still see the remains of the railroad bridge for this spur line under the bridge for Route 340.
I arrived at Weverton early in the morning before the fog had lifted to do a hike to towards Harpers Ferry and Maryland Heights. My timing for the start of the hike was perfect. As I walked towards the railroad tracks to cross over to the towpath, I sighted the headlights of the freight train through the fog. It was heading in my direction. At the point where the path crosses the railroad the tracks curve away from you and as a result you get a head-on view of the approaching train. I got a lot of pictures of the train in the fog as it switched tracks and approached rapidly. And before I knew it the engineer was blowing the horn to make sure that I did not step on to the tracks,and the train was rushing by shaking the ground under me.It was moving quite fast and even picking up speed as the freight cars thundered by, with the hundreds of metal wheels screeching like a thousand banshees as the rail cars pushed against the rails and struggled to stay on the tracks as they rounded the curve and accelerated at the same time.I stood by just next to the carriages, which seemed to be much bigger and higher than what I imagined them to be when I had seen them from a distance, and felt a rush. I was screaming but nobody could hear me.
The objective for this trip was to climb Maryland Heights on the Maryland side of the Potomac river next to Harpers Ferry. From the lookout point on Maryland Heights one gets a nice view of the town of Harpers Ferry. This hike turned out to be an unexpected mental challenge for me. I began to feel tired even as I started up the steep slope from beside the main road. Perhaps I was really not in good shape. The early part of the climb was quite strenuous and the last time I had done this was when family had visited from India, when we had walked halfway up the hill. I walked up slowly, stopping frequently, and stopping by the meadows along the way to enjoy the sight of the many white butterflies fluttering around.It was a humid morning and pretty soon I was sweating quite profusely. I did not really feel any pain but I was feeling nervous because this was the first time in a while I had pushed myself in this manner since the big event. I almost turned back at one point.
But in the end I persevered. I was going to reach my destination one way or the other, whichever destination it happened to be – the Pearly Gates (being the eternal optimist that I am) or the Scenic Overlook over the river! I made it to the latter destination feeling a sense of achievement. I spent some time taking pictures of the river and the valley below. There was a butterfly sitting in the sun on a rock that did not move even as I approached and took close-up pictures of its eyes! (There are some wonderful experiences waiting out there for you if you are willing to relax and pay attention to what is going on around you.)I ran all the way down the hill on my way back to the towpath. I wanted to sing a song – He’ll be running down the mountain when he comes! It was a nice outing and I got some pictures of some flowers and creatures that I had not seen before. A woodpecker also obliged me by landing on a tree trunk next to the trail and staying put while I took its picture.I also got some nice pictures of the fog.All in all, another excellent outing to the river!
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.