Into The Eddy

The music and poetry, the dance of life.

Second leg

Not much to say. I’m tired. I rode fifty four miles today. Tomorrow is sixty. Beautiful scenery until Pittsfield. 

Mist rising on the Farmington River.

Mist rising on the Farmington River.

 

Last night I woke up to the sound of a raccoon trying to get into my food stash. It was not well secured. He got some out but kept working at it. I decided I can get up and spend the rest of the night standing guard (not going to happen), let him tear my bag apart getting to that cheese and salami, or get up and dump the meager remains of my food into the garbage. I threw it away, everybody lost.

Next morning I got up, cleaned up my camp site and hit the road hungry. I stopped in a local grocer/deli for a breakfast sandwich and some granola bars for the ride.

Riding up rt 8 was pretty cool. Still following the Farmington River. I saw lots of ponds and beaver dams and amazing scenery of the hills and the river. 

One of the many beaver dams on the Farmington River.

One of the many beaver dams on the Farmington River.

Truck drivers in general are considerate and give me lots of room. Suv’s and mom vans suck, especially in Pittsfield Mass. Haven’t they ever seen a bike before? Give me some fucking space. 

I’ve taken to walking my bike through parts of town. Gives my butt a rest and uses something other than bicycling muscles. It’s a nice break. 

Bike

Stopped for a burger and some beer for diner and checked into a motel in Ashford for the night. 

June 29, 2016 Posted by | Notes on gigs and recordings | Leave a comment

First leg

Ready to go

Ready to go


I rode from New Haven, CT to Austin Hawes campground in Barkhamsted, CT. Googles says it was fifty four miles but my odometer on my bike said fifty miles. Most of the ride was on the beautiful Farmington Canal rail trail. Ignoring Google I found a new section of the trail in Cheshire. While technically not open (in fact closed as a Cheshire bike police officer was kind enough to tell me) I was able to ride about half of the new section before I was kicked off. It is beautiful. 

 

While eating lunch in a shelter at the start of the Farmington section of the trail I met a nice couple from Canada down here going for a ride and asking for directions. They told me they used to travel through Europe by bicycle. Now they hike, but oddly enough they were all kitted up and on their bikes. Hmmmm

 

Taking a break next to the Farmington river in Collinsville.

Taking a break next to the Farmington river in Collinsville.

 

The rest of the ride as on the western spur of the trail into Collinsville, where I stopped and played a little mandolin, rested, then rode the final ten or so miles on local roads to the campground. 

 

The campground is very quiet and typically buggy. Lots of trout fishermen out in the Farmington river. 

 

Campground is ship shape.

Campground is ship shape.

 

 

So, all this time to myself? No profound thoughts. No emotional breakthroughs. No epic poems or great melodies……Just me.

 

June 29, 2016 Posted by | Notes on gigs and recordings | Leave a comment

The beginning of a new adventure!

Tomorrow I leave on a two week bicycle adventure. I am riding from New Haven, CT to Burlington, VT, up into Canada, around lake Champlain, and back to Connecticut. I expect to ride over seven hundred slow miles and have a great time! I am super excited. With any luck I’ll update this site throughout my trip with photographs, drawings, maybe music and poetry. 

Bags are packed and I’m ready to go.

 

June 27, 2016 Posted by | travels through the eddy | Leave a comment

Summer in Maine

Slowly I settle ~ 

Into summer’s warm embrace ~ 

The sun sets ~~

 

June 27, 2016 Posted by | Random poetic nonsense | Leave a comment