From time to time we like to go for a walk. The gods of serendipity often look on our walks with favor, and dish up unexpected surprises. It was also someone’s birthday, and a birthday walk to somewhere you’ve never been is a nice gift, no? ”
We headed north on a Shore Road, and passed an interesting sign. “Little Bay”, said the sign. The passenger suggested to the driver that we turn around, and we did. The day was gray and damp with a gentle wind from the northern quarters. We walked into the woods, following a well-but-not-too-well-trod path through hilly, mixed forest moraine.
Not long afterward we crossed the old railroad tracks, once the main transport link in these parts. Now traffic is at the vanishing point, and wheelmen (what bicyclists used to be called) and others are agitating that these easy grades lose their tracks to become a “rail trail”, for folks on two wheels and two legs.
On the other side of the track’s cutbank was a steep drop to the shore.
An oyster farmer’s shack and float were just off the beach.
Along the sand we strolled.
In windlull, a connected islet reflected.
We encountered an angler about to set forth.
We met a persistant red cedar.
A cawing crow and a noncooing dove were on a steel rail.
And, after crow and dove….
…comes a pile of pathside love.