Trails to the Rails – Rindge NH

It’s been a rough couple of days for me as my health dogs me once again. I wasn’t up for much today so I decided to check out something that looked really easy in town – Trails to the Rails. Obviously I wasn’t smart enough to look up where the trail started or how far it goes…. so I started in the middle and meandered for a mile before coming back. It was getting dark anyway. I must say though it seems a very well maintained and easy flat trail. I will be back to try it from start to finish when I have the time and energy! I’m just a little bit amused by the fact I wasn’t the only one ignoring the whole “not open for another three days” sign. There’d been at least one very well fed horse and I encountered other people, including a couple who were dashing into the bushes…. “WHY HELLO THERE!” (Naw, I’m not that obnoxious. Flee like bunnies if you wish, I couldn’t care less, unless you want me to join you but alas, you never do!)

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Rindge Farmer’s Market

Well, if I want to be  part of the community again I think setting up at the farmer’s market might be a good idea. Rindge’s farmer’s market is pretty sad, only a few vendors, but they’re great people with some lovely items and it’s a short venue – 3-6PM every Thursday. My mother had a bunch of soap she’d made last year which had lost their labels and most of their scent so she wanted to have a sale table of $1 soaps. I wanted to set up some of my art and baked goods but since moving I have noticed all my stuff is missing! I don’t know where my completed works are, I don’t know where my supplies are…. it’s a total mess. All I could find were some magnets. With that being said I felt I couldn’t go wrong baking some stroopwafels. For all you out-of-the-know stroopwafels are a kind of syrup filled cookie made in the Netherlands. Dutch people are nutty for them – with good reason! They are delicious and insanely addictive. They’ve also recently started showing up in different countries. If you’re really lucky you can sometimes find them in the US at Wegman’s or in specialty shops. But what’s the fun in that when I can bake them myself? I thought the novelty of these cookies could catch on and if I could sell them and keep showing up at the market I could get repeat customers having no competition. If I am successful with that I can even start playing with it and make up new flavors.

So I started at the Rindge farmer’s market since it’s right in town. Most people had no idea what the strange cookies were, many people tried the samples I left out (and let me tell you – it was HOT that day, 86 degrees and I discovered the only thing better than a stroopwafel is an ooey-gooey melted stroopwafel! Good thing no one was making ice cream to put with them – I would have thought I died and went to heaven!) I was shocked how many people knew what they were – everyone who had traveled out of the country really… and all those people bought some cookies! Told you, they’re addictive. And they come with good memories so it’s really lovely to discuss past travels with new and familiar faces.

With such little pedestrian traffic I can’t say I made out like a bandit or anything, I made enough to pay for the table, but I am encouraged to try other local markets – perhaps in Peterborough and New Ipswich. I will be checking those out next week to see if I should set up a table there. I have a feeling Peterborough will have better customers for me because it’s a wealthier town more likely to have world travelers and people willing to spend money on art. New Ipswich is another heavy hitter for the area because it boasts better foot traffic.

Now I have started this year’s farmer’s markets, I have my garden growing, and am working on hauling out a work space for my art, I would say life is going pretty nicely at the moment. Sometimes I feel it’s all going by too slowly but then I grab my keys and take another adventure. That’s what life is all about – leaving joyous footprints wherever you go.

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Chesterfield Gorge – Chesterfield NH

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This was another gem just a stone’s throw from Madame Sherri’s. In fact if I knew how great this place was I would have visited the castle and then did my hiking here! GORGEOUS! I had no idea New England had so many picturesque little water falls. I had a lot of fun taking normal photos and even more fun putting weird hazes and tints on the camera to make it seem even more whimsical. I know – only a certain crowd appreciates photos that look like they were taken by a broken camera from the 1970’s…

It was the perfect day to go out – sun shining but not too warm, not a May fly in sight. This trail was super easy to find right off the highway, had ample parking, and was in no way hidden. In fact there was a welcome station and shop, a donation box, and a bulletin board. This was an easy going and short walk that didn’t disappoint! The perfect little place to lollygag a hot summer day away. Climbing farther down into the gorge the views went from beautiful to stunning. And the people! So sweet! I took a photo for a passing family of tourists and talked for a while to the care takers who asked if everything was up to par. Most certainly! This place was pristine! And the photos I took with the marbles came out absolutely adorable. I think they are my favorite so far. I am thinking of starting to leave a business card with them… or perhaps even a fairy house or two. I really like the community involvement. It’s like passing on the joy from person to person. Afterwards I even stopped to help an old woman pick up a can she dropped as her arms were beyond full. It’s these little kindnesses that can really pick up a complete stranger’s spirit and I hope I can leave little happy footprints where ever I go. I also left a marble for “Joe,” as I couldn’t help but laugh at his graffiti. Will he ever know? Probably not but it’s a damn cute picture.

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Update:

I returned to the Chesterfield Gorge on 5/23 with my mother and a friend. Took a few more snaps… mostly with filters because why not.

Mount Watatic – Route 119 Ashburnham NH

Mount Watatic is a wonderful little hike for anyone who is in shape enough to shamble up a steep hill for a little over a mile. I was hoping this was me today. You see I spent a few days bedbound with a horrendous migraine and I had grown VERY antsy in the meanwhile. I was hoping this slightly more strenuous hike could calm my restless legs. I may not have been completely ready for the challenge but I went alone and climbed at my own pace. Usually on a day as beautiful as this the parking lot is stuffed full and cars are parked aside the road for half a mile but today there was scarcely another soul to be seen. I revealed in the opportunity to take way too many photos – art filter, no art filter, marbles, no marbles. It was all good! Nature sure makes photography easy sometimes, especially when you’re somewhere as beautiful as this.

The trail starts off very flat and unassuming, winding past a little swamp. At this time of year there is water whooshing down the mountain still, run off from the winter, that creates these calming little crystal clear creeks. People are allowed to bring their dogs (on leash) here and it’s not unusual for them to jump in! A small bridge-like structure guides hikers over the water and into the woods. This is where things turn interesting because the trail winds around and becomes more and more steep, then almost flat again, then steep. You’ll pass many wood pecker hollowed trees, rotted logs, exposed roots, mushrooms, and many swarms of May flies. I swallowed a few and snorted two more. Good for the sinuses. But if that’s the only negative thing I could come up with then this was a great hike! I enjoyed the peace and majesty of the forest. I played like an imp with the shadows and I left marbles wherever I went. I was delighted to find at least some of them were gone before I came back down!

As I reached the summit I was reminded why I liked it here so much. There’s a gorgeous view of the entire area – trees, houses, a tower of some sort, that span for miles and miles as far as the eye can see. It’s such a place of majesty that it put me completely at peace with everything. Being as I was alone, which is unusual, there’s almost always other hikers up here, I took the time to soak in the sights, take a few artsy snaps and watch as the clouds drifted from one side of the sky to the other, blanketing first one corner and then another with their sweeping shadows. You cannot beat a sunny yet cloudy day when you are at the summit of a mountain. The play on light is amazing. I took some time to reflect upon life and be grateful for where I was, right now, at this point in time. As my blog grows more popular I have adventures set up with all sorts of people wanting to join me in exploring and I have never felt better. Spreading joy and wonder is surely why I was put here on this planet.

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Madame Sherri’s Castle – Chesterfield NH

UPDATE: As of July 12, 2021 half of the staircase at Madame Sherri’s castle has collapsed and there are no plans to restore it or preserve the remaining steps. The below blog entry was written before these events and we hope you can all still enjoy hiking in the area and looking at the rest of the ruins. For more information on the collapse see here.

Having failed to go to the DMV I decided to try a different DMV…. really as an excuse to see Madame Sherri’s castle. Turns out there was a line at the DMV that could have reached Texas soooo I once again skipped out on my bureaucratic duties to go gallivanting…. all I can say is it was totally worth it!

Just like last time this was not an easy find but I learned the trick. There’s a TINY parking lot (maybe fitting 10 or 15 cars max?) attached to the entrance which is directly across the road from Egypt Road. So find Egypt Road and you’re good as gold.

Madame Sherri’s castle is a ruin out in the middle of the woods that looks like a castle. In actuality it was a mansion built in the 1930’s to host flamboyant parties for an eccentric actress named Madame Sherri. Locals will tell you with a spark f mischief in their eye that the castle may have been a bit more than a place to party… they claim it was a brothel. Now I don’t know too much about that but what I do know is it fell into disrepair and then burned down in the 1960’s. Now all that is left of it is a stunning rock staircase that goes nowhere and other bits and pieces of the walls and foundation. Even better there is a state forest surrounding it and lots of lovely trails to hike all around it. I took Annie’s Loop Trail today. It was… a moderate hike… Lots of hills, roots jutting out of the ground, some flooding, and lots of rocks that needed to be climbed over. With that being said I was passed by no less than four ladies in their golden years, a visibly pregnant woman, and a series of small dogs… so the trail couldn’t have been that bad! One of the women was sure to stop me and randomly tell me I was pretty. This made me smile. You meet the sweetest people on these trails sometime! This was just a reminder – if you can make someone’s day with such a small gesture, do it!

It was a great day, a real hike, lots of gorgeous mountain scenery including all sorts of creeks, gullies, wee damns, and tiny ponds. The ruins were spectacular and made for a wonderful photographic opportunity, and the people who were on the trail were all very happy and enthusiastic individuals. There wasn’t much to love about this place and I am sure I will be back! (Also the graffiti seemed to be oddly humorous throughout. I haven’t noticed this before…)


Update: I went back to Madame Sherri’s castle to share it with my mother and a friend on 5/23/2017. Took a few more candid snaps.

Old Woods Road Trail – Rindge NH

Today I decided to take the longer path in the Betsy Fosket Wildlife Sanctuary, the Old Woods Road Trail. I guess a hundred years ago it was actually a real road and not just a tiny deer eaten path in the forest. It’s not a long or difficult path but it is very quiet and pleasant. It leads to a dam with a sweet little bridge. I felt like I fell through the looking glass here. I can’t believe I have lived in Rindge almost my entire life and had no idea any of this was here. In the spirit of whimsy I took a lot of the photos today with the “dramatic” filter – because I couldn’t find the black and white option… As you can see it was raining but I still had a great time in peaceful reflection.

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Cathedral of the Pines -Stearns-Upton Family Trail East Branch- Rindge NH

I suppose it’s a bit like the prodigal son returning when I decided to make my first blog entry about my home town. Despite having lived the vast majority of my life here and within walking distance of this place I must shamefully admit I didn’t know what was in my own back yard…

The Cathedral of the Pines is a strange place – it’s a collection of monuments and outdoor spots of worship. It’s popular for weddings with a beautiful view of Mount Monadknock in the background. Even my mother considered getting married here – until they told her they would not marry gays. My mother was marrying a man so what this had to do with her is beyond me – but you can’t help but love a woman with high moral values!

Beyond the monuments and all the pomp and splendor there are a few trails that can be hiked and I was keen on taking a look for myself. On this day I decided to try the Stearns-Upton Family Trail East Branch.

It’s a relatively short trail, downhill through the woods, to a familiar spot – Grassy Pond. Grassy Pond is a small pond which is surrounded almost entirely by woods which makes it a very popular spot for swimmers, kayakers, hikers, and other nature lovers. I must say it did make my heart sing to hear the “peepers” [frogs] down below.

The trail was somewhat muddy at this time of year but was pretty enough for me not to care. It was so New England with many stone walls scattered throughout the scenery. And the pond, as usual, was just wonderful to see. This felt very Cathartic, like coming home, and I think put me in the right mood to start this new chapter of my life.

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And so it Begins!

Ever since I was a tween I dreamed about going across the entire United States and soaking in everything it had to offer. I had grown up in a bubble – and as nice as that bubble was I wanted to know what else was out there besides the trees and stone walls of New Hampshire. Was it really like visiting another planet out West? Where the people the same all over? Was there anything that united this society besides the idea of country? As much as I longed to know the answer I kept my dreams to myself until at the age of 25 an opportunity arose and I figured it’s now or never.

Suddenly my freakish encyclopedic knowledge was actually useful! I picked lots of destinations – everything I had ever wanted to see from the geysers of Yellowstone, to the fossils of Butte National Monument, to the charismatic Robert the Doll in Key West. I was going to do it all.

A map was procured, one of those big pastel maps of the United States you see hanging in history and geography classes in every public school. Pins were stuck into desirable destinations like some sort of 2-D voodoo doll and then the waiting… the ungodly anxious waiting as the weather slowly creaked from one bone frigid season to something a little more livable. It begins!

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