I failed miserably yesterday by not posting for Walkabout Wednesday. I was caught up in a whirlwind of Russian class, working on a French project, and studying for an exam, so excuse me for the tardiness of this post.
I once worked in the outskirts of Portland, where Forest Avenue becomes Route 302 and the city turns quickly to Westbrook, then Windham. I must have driven past the spot of this week’s walk at least ten times a week for the two years I was employed in that area. How I never managed to visit this trail before now is a mystery (it perhaps has something to do with the fact that this particular trail head shares a parking lot with a waste management facility) but the paths around the Presumpscot Boat Launch are fascinating. The area contains a few special attractions, the first of which is the remarkable landscape. The terrain is varied and, while I haven’t explored much, there seem to be plenty of paths to try out. There are also signs noting the previous activities of the Presumpscot River area – there was a trolley station and quite a busy waterway. I want to do some more adventuring in this place soon – I wonder if I could scrounge up a few people who would like to have a picnic there with me?
Now I’m off to reformat the new blog I’ve started – it’s all about my Russian studies. Hopefully I’ll have it fixed up and ready to share soon.
I go on so many walks with Teddy and Josh that I’m a bit behind in sharing pictures of them. These were taken a little over a week ago at Portland’s Fore River Trail, which connects to the Thompson’s Point area I mentioned in a previous post. There are lots of off-shoots from the central path, and one of them connects with dead end Hobart Street, where there is a mysterious abandoned house (accompanied by an abandoned boat!). I tried to dig up a little information on the place but came up short, save for this fantastic photo by Portland blogger, Corey Templeton. I recently e-mailed the head of the neighborhood association for the area where this house is, but haven’t heard back. Perhaps it’s time I head to city hall and ask questions? We’ll see.
The only thing I can seem to do with any sort of consistency is take walks, so I’ve decided I’ll be posting photos from one of my adventures each Wednesday. I was torn between the titles “Take a Walk Wednesday” and “Walkabout Wednesday”. I ultimately chose the latter because 1) Josh really liked it and 2) John Locke, anyone?
Earlier this week, I meandered around my neighborhood. It wasn’t particularly exciting, but I am still quite enamored with November’s colors.
I’m beginning to get pretty excited about Thanksgiving! We’re having a very small gathering at my parents house (just four of us plus Teddy), but my brother and I are making quite the event of it. We’ve got an entire day of preparation planned that includes something like six pies, a couple loaves of bread, and a trip to the New Hampshire liquor store. Though the numbers have dwindled at our yearly holiday gatherings, we can’t seem to prepare a Thanksgiving meal for any less than ten people. Lucky for me, this means weeks of delicious leftovers. I’ll attempt to compile a Thanksgiving recipe list and post it on here soon.
I love to explore the less-frequented sections of Greater Portland. I’ve lived in the area for my entire life, so there aren’t many local attractions that I’m not privy to. Thus, I like to challenge myself to find places nearby that I’ve overlooked or ignored. One of those places is the Fore River Sanctuary.
I have an aunt who brought my brother and I to this spot when we were kids. Other than that, I’d given the place little thought. It’s directly off of a substantially busy route that connects Portland to the Portland Jetport and the Maine Mall in South Portland. I don’t think many people slow down enough when traversing that part of town to even realize the 2 mile trail exists.
Luckily, having a dog pushed me to branch out and discover new, picturesque places to take walks.
This is my favorite time of year for taking walks. Every step is different – in one stride I’m crunching dead leaves and in another I’m sliding into a thick patch of mud. It’s chilly enough that I never work up a sweat on our wanderings, and I love the pre-walk ritual of bundling myself in sweaters and scarves to stay warm. After our travels there is always hot cider or tea. November in Maine is the most cozy and comforting of times. I hope we don’t get much more snow this month – I’m hoping to take full advantage of the perfect weather as often as possible.