Macedonia State Park and Mt Auburn Cemetery (yes, again)
David flew out for the weekend with the specific goal of joining us for a hike. The leaves are really past peak, so we tried going south. It didn’t really work as far as leaves go, but we definitely found a nice hike. I think we’ll try this one again in the summer.
On the way, though, we stumbled across a waterfall and made a stop. This is Kent Falls, about 10 minutes east of the park.
Our destination was Macedonia State Park, right on the boarder with New York in central Connecticut. It’s a seven-mile loop that takes you over four small peaks.
See the leaves behind me? Not so good. But imagine how it would have looked three weeks ago.
Not that it’s a terrible view, mind you. It’s just I get to by picky by now.
I said four peaks, right? Well, the first one is Cobble Mountain. It’s a small one, just 1700 feet. It gets your heart rate up and you’re definitely sweating by the time you scramble to the top. We met a few people coming back the other way, and as we came to the top of the mountain and started down the other side, I made a comment to one of them that he was going the hard way. “Yeah, well, you’ve got to climb down a cliff in a minute,” he said. And that at that exact moment, I heard a curious sound and turned to see David sail past me in a graceful controlled slide. He slid probably 10 feet down sheer rock, and came to a neat landing at the bottom. Only his pocket was any worse for the wear, with his wallet now dangling out from a hole. We pressed on feeling a little less saucy now.
And yes, there was definitely a cliff. As we came to the edge, we saw a small valley below us, and in it a little cluster of people. They were gathered around a girl in a pink sweatsuit who was waiting as the EMTs arrived. She’d turned her ankle and they were strapping her into the basket. One of the EMTs cupped his hand around his mouth and shouted up to us, “Be careful, you guys!” As we passed them later, I promised that we were, in fact, being careful. “Good,” said one of them, “because we only have one basket, and it’s occupied.”
When we got to the bottom, I made Yen turn back and take a photo of where we’d come from. Doesn’t look so bad, eh?
Ah, here’s the scene I described a moment ago.
The rest of the hike is much easier. You’re up and down, up and down. Sometimes following a creek, sometimes trekking along the crest of a ridge. But it’s a very nice trail. Only the Cobble Mountain bit is truly strenuous, I think. But the whole thing is definitely good for the old ticker.
David had to head back today. He’s got classes in the morning, and needs to register for next semester. We took him to Legal Seafood for some clam chowder and then put him on a plane ahead of this storm that’s allegedly barreling toward us. He texted me just a moment ago to say, “The Eagle has landed.”
Meanwhile, Yen and I headed over to Mt Auburn to see whether there were any leaves left. After the storm comes through tonight, there definitely won’t be. So this is really our only shot at Mt Auburn for the season.
As you can see, it’s still going.
I made Yen photograph this one so I could look him up. I wasn’t sure what “reform for young culprits” means. I was pretty disappointed when his Wikipedia entry wasn’t much help either. Still, it gave me an excuse to look up Mt Auburn while I was there. Look down at the “notable people buried here” section. Doc Edgerton, Fanny Farmer, Mary Baker Eddy, BF Skinner. We’ve got a lot of people to find. Maybe we’ll do that one day instead of looking at trees. Not terribly likely, but possible.
I suppose you might think it’s morbid to hang around a cemetery. I don’t, personally. First of all, this particular cemetery was built for the “living” to explore and enjoy. So I’m just treating it the way it was meant to be treated. But also I think we should go and roam in these places, reading markers and enjoying the space. Isn’t that why we put up markers at all? So people will wander by, read our names, and for a second we’ll exist again somehow?