I wrote on New Year’s Day about a hike to a spot in southwestern New York where there used to be an orphanage. Now, only the foundations of the buildings remain. There is a plant growing all around the site that I haven’t been able to identify. We took a few cuttings and I put them in water to force them. Here’s what came out:
Three compound leaves all came out from the end of one of the cuttings.
Here’s the leaf:
Be sure to click back to the New Year’s Day hike to see the thick twisting vines that grow up and completely engulf the trees. Every new shoot coming up through the snow was this plant.
The name that keeps popping into my head is wisteria. But is there a variety of wisteria that can withstand our western New York winters?
Why do we wake up some days in lethargy with little interest in or desire for the day’s unfolding? That was me this morning. And then the light began to reveal a perfect winter day fresh with powder. I knew I didn’t have the energy for a full day of hiking. I also knew I would regret it if I didn’t get out there.
Just under 1.5 miles with elevation change of around 100 feet, it was a good length and it refreshed my soul. We were only “lost” for a short distance. We’ve walked this trail dozens of times and know it well. Conversation and playing with the dog got us slightly offtrack.
Snowshoes were a must. In some spots the powder was quite deep. The return trip was by road without snowshoes.
+ another 1 mile loop with Lolli after supper.
Terry says my jaw dropped when he turned onto the unplowed Holt Run Road. “The road less traveled is seldom plowed,” he said. New snow tires and 4-wheel drive got us to the trail head – and back out again after the hike.
Last time we came out this way, we found the foundation of a building which we later learned had been a school / orphanage. We wanted to find it again, this time with a camera. I had forgotten to load the waypoints into the GPS, but we remembered the general area and found it.
The most perplexing thing to me is a vine that grows all over the area. Just about all the new growth coming up on the forest floor is this plant, and just about every tree near these old foundations is covered with the stuff.
I will HAVE to go back in spring to see what it looks like when it’s in bloom… if it blooms.
This week, my daughter and I hiked at camp twice. I was in search of the Pink Lady’s Slippers that bloom there. On Tuesday, they were up, but still pale and ghostly. On Saturday, the were glorious. Along the way we took lots of other pictures, too.
Rose Twisted Stalk:
A bench overlooking Jackman Bay:
Jackman Bay from the Peninsula:
Re-growth around beaver-chewed trees:
Animal Tracks in the mud:
This Shinrin-yoku (forest bathing) was good for my soul! So grateful to be a Girl Scout and have access to such a gorgeous place for hiking.
April 10, 2016. 25 degrees. Snow lingers on the crunchy frozen earth. I dress for a February hike. I should be looking for spring wildflowers, not animal tracks in the snow. Ah well…
In addition to coyote tracks, we saw tracks of deer, rabbits, squirrels, mice, fox, turkey, and more. We also heard grouse and saw deer. We visited the beaver pond and watched a goose try to swim away making tinkling noises as he broke through the ice.
There were wildflowers, though. And domesticated ones.
This in April. And in December I could have photographed violets and dandelions.
So, Kathleen and I jumped into her car for a little escapism. We had a lovey day driving round the Stedman/Clymer/Sherman area, stopping wherever we felt like it.
First stop, East Branch Books (etc) in Sherman, New York.
That place is packed floor to ceiling and then some with used books, all nicely arranged into categories for easy browsing.
Then it was off to the Reverie Creamery to buy artisan cheese, Stedman Corners for a delicious lunch, then we took the long way to Clymer for ice cream for dessert. Along the way, we stopped for photos, mostly at beaver ponds.
One of the ponds had me thinking about the exhibit I visited at the Albright Knox in Buffalo a couple of weeks ago, and the sign about Monet’s work and how over time the horizon line moved further and further up on his canvass until eventually it disappeared altogether…
At the pond with the Swamp Monster in it (you’ll have to see if Kathleen has a good picture of it!) I was transfixed by a grouping of three trees. I’m not sure exactly why. They just caught and kept my eye for some reason.
It is hard to convey the size of this old remnant of a tree. It was enormous. Would have loved to have known her when she was whole.
Finally, I really want to see the insides of these apartments just a stone’s throw from the business district of Clymer!
YAY! Kathleen did have a picture of the Swamp Monster! Here it is:
Took a walk on a friend’s property and visited the Beaver Lodge. Look closely at all the activity!
And this tree, aiming right to the lodge!
Would love to go back at dusk to watch them at work!