Inspired by my long walk in the
city, an overall enjoyment of nature and, in some part, my friend's
most excellent adventure, I decided to make a go at taking regular hikes in the scenic parts of Rhode Island.
Finding trails to hike near the Providence area is no small task. Most websites that cover the subject are either poorly built or provide fairly limited information. That being said, I did eventually locate a promising trail on
AllTrails.com in Cumberland. My room mate, Maddie, joined me for the hike.
The Veronica Geddes Wildlife Preserve is a good 20+ minutes from Providence. The trail head is marked by little more than a smallish, and partially hidden sign. We drove past the spot a few times before Maddie finally spotted it. There was just enough room to pull off of the road and park.
Not far down the trail, our path was partially blocked by the branches of a downed tree. We had to get down, almost on our hands and knees to crawl under and progress down the trail. Our way was occasionally blocked by other smaller inconveniences, such as small streams.
A little farther up, Maddie noticed that someone had scratched an arrow in the dirt pointing up to the left. As we looked around that side of the path for what the arrow could be pointing to (there was nothing but a steep hill covered in foliage and a large rock) a little, black snake wriggled up out of the leaves and hurried away from us, hiding himself again.
Maddie, who is known for being irrationally scared of things like mice and moths, seemed unusually unconcerned with the proximity of a snake. For me, the presence of one little snake indicates the possibility of other larger snakes, so I was a little bit nervous. Even so, the rest of our walk was blissfully lacking in potentially dangerous fauna.
Another five minutes or so up the path, we found ourselves approaching the backside of a chain link fence. An entire section had been removed where the trail went through. Once we'd passed the fence, we turned around and were presented with the following sign:
Seeing as how the trailhead and a fairly used public road were a pretty short, straight shot on from this fence (and given that the fence had been so neatly removed for the convenience of the trail) we decided that the sign and its warning were old and harmless news.
Another few minutes, though, provided some explanation for the sign. In one other place, the fence was pulled aside, allowing a cliff side view of what appeared to be a (possibly no longer operational) quarry.
The view was interesting and actually quite stunning, a fact not conveyed terribly well by my iPod's little camera, I'm afraid.
Now the
trail description had come along with a rough sort of map which led me to expect one or two forks in the road which would eventually loop back around to bring us back the way we came. After about four divergences, though, we figured out pretty quickly that there was no one real set path. Eventually, when we started encountering these two and three way forks in the trail, we started guessing and were officially "lost" for a bit (well... as lost as one can get with 3G access and location services, so I wasn't terribly worried).
Eventually, we ended up on the following semi-paved road.
From the marked difference in the road quality and the sudden influx of elderly joggers and female twenty somethings in yoga pants (whereas before we were almost completely alone on the preserve) it became obvious that we'd wandered onto a completely different path.
This one brought us past some sort of recreational area, a lovely little pond, and some random meadow.
Eventually we encountered an opportunity to take a much less well manicured path, which we took in hopes of finding our original trail and getting back to the trail head. After much winding, walking, and some basic directional assistance from my Maps app we found....
...a motor bike in a tree.
It was pretty perplexing but also pretty cool to look at. It's the sort of visual encounter that I suspect my friend
Hayden would have all sorts of fun shooting.
Our curiosity over the bike sated, Maddie and I continued on the trail in the general direction of my car, only to find ourself coming over the crest of a hill... and staring into someone's backyard.
I realized that we had passed the older couple and the black Labrador that we were now staring at somewhere along the trail, and before Maddie and I could agree to go back and figure out where we'd gone wrong, the woman was waving us down.
"Every once in awhile we get someone coming over the hill looking around like, 'How did I get here?'" she said. Her husband figured out where we had parked and gave us directions out of the neighborhood and to the road where my car was patiently waiting.
One way or another, we had ended up on the wrong side of one of the small residential areas that skirted the edge of the woods.
Overall, we most likely walked ("wandered" might be a better adjective) somewhere between three or four miles and had plenty of pretty things to look at, fresh air to breathe, and got some good exercise while we were at it.
To see all of the pictures I took on this hike, go
here.