Dogtown, Gloucester Massachusetts
My father left us with his car for two weeks, Alexis and I both had the day off, and it was insanely sunny, hot, and beautiful, so we took the dogs hiking in Dogtown (Click the link to get the full story of the name and the weird carved rocks. It's bona fide New England ghost town. Of course the forest swallows everything up in New England, if it isn't cut back, so it's hard to find the evidence of the village.)
Note to my brother, brush_rat (and anyone who wants to find the place and it's rocks), we used these directions to find the place, and at that entrance there are actual trail maps. Next time you come, we won't get lost.
At Dogtown we found courage, truth, integrity, ideas and work. And posed with them.
After Babson's rocks, we found Babson reservoir.
Maggie doesn't swim, so she just stood around panting and baking on the shadeless rocks.
Until Alexis made some shade for her.
And it wouldn't be a trip into the New England woods without lots and lots of ticks, picked off the dogs and condemned to a soda pop bottle.
Cross-posted to cottonmanifesto and maybe found_objects
Note to my brother, brush_rat (and anyone who wants to find the place and it's rocks), we used these directions to find the place, and at that entrance there are actual trail maps. Next time you come, we won't get lost.
At Dogtown we found courage, truth, integrity, ideas and work. And posed with them.
After Babson's rocks, we found Babson reservoir.
Maggie doesn't swim, so she just stood around panting and baking on the shadeless rocks.
Until Alexis made some shade for her.
And it wouldn't be a trip into the New England woods without lots and lots of ticks, picked off the dogs and condemned to a soda pop bottle.
Cross-posted to cottonmanifesto and maybe found_objects