Fulling Mill Brook Walk…Beginning

Because of the COVID-19 pandemic, we’ve now been in (relative) isolation for over seven weeks. We are very lucky to have a garden and a yard outside the house, and to have places to walk when we get stir-crazy and the dog gets antsy. We recently went to the Fulling Mill Brook Valley, which is a sweet walk, not too long and not too short. It is always worth the effort to go.

We went.

As you enter, you pass through descending woods, with stone walls here and there.

Lately I’ve been noticing quartz rocks incorporated into stone walls.

The first wall we saw did not disappoint.

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Quartz rock in stone wall.

Not too far from the entrance to the trail is another rock.

A large glacial erratic boulder.

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What is it? A submarine? A shark? A whale? I posted this photo on social media recently, and a person who takes care of the trail commented: “It’s a sperm whale with its tail in the water and its head facing towards the south west. That’s the first thing I thought of when I started taking care of that trail twenty years ago. And it’s kind of funny you posted this because earlier this week I walked past it and said to myself “ hey there’s the sperm whale again”. Another good friend says: “We never named the rock, but my kids called Fulling Mill Brook Trail “Bumpy Land” when they were really young. There are many exposed roots on the trail. It will forever be Bumpy Land to me.”

The path follows uneven, hilly ground. One of the pleasures of the trail is its bridges and stairs.

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Where’s Coquina?

We paused at the first bridge for a look downstream.

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Fulling Mill Brook, Chilmark, Massachusetts

Farther along, looking upstream, was a testament to tenacity.

If a tree gets blown down, its side branches will often take over, they will seek the light that the fallen top can no longer capture.

Branches on this toppled maple are reaching for a place in the sun.

A good metaphor for what to do when the world suddenly changes.

Keep reaching for a place in the sun!

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The brook winds and curves, the tannic browns of water reflect the blue of sky.

The bordering mosses have thrived in this year’s wet wet spring.

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We turn downstream again, the path leaves brook-side for a spell to detour into woods with some great oaks and beeches.

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To be continued.

We shall get back to the brook,

And to the stones.

See you soon.

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