Buzzards Bay is a 28 mile long body of water lined on one side by the mainland of Massachusetts and Rhode Island, and on the other by Cape Cod, the Elizabeth Islands and Martha’s Vineyard. Buzzards Bay is named after the osprey’s that thrived along the bay. Osprey are very different from buzzards, but the…
As a road warrier, I’m used to long drives. Honestly, I don’t even blink when I drive 6-7 hours anymore. The one exception to that is the drive back from New Jersey to New Hampshire. The timing of the drive is critical, and so is the weather. This afternoon neither worked in my favor. From…
Bristol, Rhode Island is home to the first and thus oldest 4th of July parade in America. The stripe down the middle of the road is red, white and blue. This town is patriotic and quaint. It’s home to Roger Williams University and the America’s Cup Museum, but my favorite thing in this town is…
As the days get longer and the sun sits higher in the sky, a site unique to the region starts to appear. Buckets or plastic barrels start to appear around the maple trees. Plastic tubing running from the trunks of tree to to these containers wind through the woods. Maple syrup season is upon us….
Yesterday while walking with Bodhi I caught a glimpse of brilliant blue in a neighbors tree. It was a bluebird frittering from branch to branch. With the snow as a backdrop it’s colors were thrilling as I paused to watch it. Its not lost on me that I use descriptive adjectives often, and I offer no…
I like to think of myself as a morning person. Most days I actually am one. By morning I mean that period of time between night and when the sun rises. Pre-dawn is my time. It goes back to when I coached crew and had to be up at 4:30 to get to the boathouse….
Temperatures in southern New Hampshire have risen into the mid-40’s today. As a result the snow pack is melting, swelling the streams, creating foggy patches and revealing bare lawn and a hint of the pool cover. It’s easy to fall into the trap of believing spring is in the air. Hardened New Englanders don’t take…
Another offseason walk on the beach brought me to Salisbury Beach. I walk for all the reasons you might expect, and I seek out open space to give my mind room to expand. Salisbury in summer is a mess of arcades, pizza joints and go-carts. It’s slowly gentrifying, but it’s no Rye. Salisbury is a…
New England is deeply rooted in its colonial past. Walking through the woods in most towns in the area, you’ll come across miles of stone walls, old cellar holes and forgotten road beds. But there is no walk in the woods quite like Dogtown Common. I had an opportunity to take a walk through this…
Last night was one of those nights you hope for when you’re a stargazer. Brilliantly clear skies, with cold air providing sharp focus. Just a quick glance at the sky showed old friends Orion, Ursa Major and Ursa Minor, and down low in the southern sky, Canis Major with the brilliant Sirius a beacon on…