It was another one of those rare sunny days we seem to get once a week now. It was a good day to go out and have lunch with a friend at the local diner followed by a brisk hike into the nearby woods. Lunch at the Hometown Diner was as mediocre as I remember it the last time I attempted. I have no idea why this place is so so popular. The first time I went I got what tasted like pancakes from a box and this time around they served what was clearly mashed potatoes made from powder. You can always tell when it looks only vaguely like its supposed to with a sort of sick translucent sheen… I mean from a DINER which is supposed to be freshly made easy food. Where is your pride?! But hey after I got done eating the saltiest turkey sandwich on the planet I was ready to go!
The Rails to Trails goes through a pretty big area and has multiple spots to start and or end at. We decided to drive up towards Wal-Mart and take it from there. I was happy to see that this time around they had added all sorts of signs to adjoining paths to local eateries and businesses including the Hometown Diner! If only we had known. No wonder I never see the college student from Franklin Peirce, they must be skittering like squirrels through the woods whenever they go out to eat!
It was VERY bright out, my camera was less than enthusiastic about this so my photos are pretty washed out. This trail is nice in the fact its very flat, very wide, and makes for a great place to start out the season – all easy! We came across several other people but they were all cruising along on bicycles. In fact one politely dinged at us to get out of the way, which is such a sad little tinkle of a noise that everyone was looking around to see whose phone was chirping but alas… when we finally moved to the side the guy just laughed at us. Or maybe he was laughing at me… as flamboyantly dressed as I usually am.
We walked past the Hometown Diner, across the street, and continued to walk all the way until we reached the little park where the town’s farmer’s market is. I wanted to go further (where all the water and pretty scenery is) but my walking buddies were getting tired… so we headed back. One of these days I will explore more of this trail…possibly by myself.
Fort Popham is just a half a mile up the road from 
My Haunted New England Tour this month could do with a few more ruins and I do love a good fort. When I drove up the sun was starting the set and the place was besieged by other photographers. They all had fine equipment and severe introversion. This was the first time I found myself flung into a whole group of other photo hounds. I found the experience fascinating. Everyone was polite and weary of each other. The only conversation I could hear was something to the effect of, “Let me know if I am in your way!” “Likewise!” Also people don’t know how to respond when you say likewise or ditto. Lessons learned. Ah well, if they wanted to be left alone I was happy to do so. I wasn’t looking for coffee or conversation anyway.
The fort was bigger than I remembered and had gorgeous stone archways. You could crawl around almost the whole perimeter and see how grandly it was perched there on the rocks overlooking the ocean. I was struck by its majesty. And the beach next to it had some very interesting piles of driftwood. More whimsy photos! But I think the best part of all of this was when I stopped a few hundred feet up the road and found an old battery (?) which I could walk into. When I came out I decided I really should visit the out house before going home so I walked the beach back up towards the fort. That’s when I noticed the moon had come out early and was huge and looming in the sky as if it was just waiting to be plucked like a flower. It had caught the attention of a number of the other photographers and I revealed in this new opportunity. I love the moon but I’ve never taken serious photos of it, especially not wistfully floating above a drop dead gorgeous bay and a tiny New England town. It was a perfect end to a perfect day.
