Cellphone-itis

I am sitting, staring at three cellphones arranged on the table before me--and that isn't even all of them, my ex-wife has one too--thinking, "I must be rich." As a father of teens, I am amazed at the level of complication these little devices can cause, correction, that kids can cause, with so little effort. When the phones reside in the various pockets of my children, they are a source of infinite distraction, yet when I commandeer them, I am left stunned by what I find in the text traffic and plagued by the lack of connectivity I have with them.

"How did I become so dependent?"

Ordinary Misery

Carter Hill Orchard beckons locals with two outstanding reasons: Proximity to Concord and plump, red apples. The second may behoove any orchard, but after a day there, I was skeptical of even the apples. A gorgeous bird blind dominates the hill top orchard, and draws many birdwatchers (hawks, specifically) to the place. Beware the "walking trails," though. A fine kiosk displays the network of walkways, but it is not so...My family took the trails only to find downed trees, locked gates and a mile and-a-half loop back to the entrance. We licked our wounds with free fruit and over done cookies that left a poor taste.

Trophy Bass

The slow wandering canal that connects the stump field of the Hopkington Dam to the dam itself is nearly current free. Only the slightest ripples march away from the spillway confluence into the lower lands-the whole area is low and really does not appeal to my anglers sense. I paddle under the wind, down a long watery way and emerge at the lower pool. I fo not expect much, but a small earthly, bush covered island catches my eye. With the open pool the wind navigates for me, but I lob a line just short of the outcropping. A snag...frustrated, I paddle over to free the snarl. Liftiing the line I feel a jerk first. A mangled clump of pond weed greets my net first-then I see him:
3.5 pounds and close to 22 inches, the king is on.

Bass Delivery

Though the bike is cankered, the fishing gear is absolutely in order. I took half a day late august and put the canoe into the "stump field" at Hopkinton Dam. The wind heaved the prow over constantly, but I pushed with a will and made a wave line over to the western pools. A few casts netted naught, but the sense of silent scales filled my mind. I casted near a stump and - Bang! - the line downed hard. A little slow reflex saw me set the hook a second late, but sure. Bringing in the prince of the pond at 17 inches and a pound and a half, he kicked without feet and spat lipless curses- but he was mine. More to come...

Biking with Laura

Ok, the chains become rusty and I sometimes drive...This blazing summer has nearly squeezed the ride right out of me. Last quest was two weeks back, a return to Sewall's Falls with teenaged daughter. Laura is 15 and has complained of the same lethargy that I am enduring. We hit the road at 8:30 and got up a good wind; 6-7 miles of street riding only made me hungry. Slicing into the riverside dim brought the scent of hot summer/low river deep into my sinuses. We did the nominal trail shots, but must mention the killer whoops about 1/3 mile in-Laura was very poised and handled the roots well, I barely avoided a throw. The bomb was yet another trail-blaze on the way home, ended up climbing and circling the same rugged hill-Laura was not amused! Beat back the undergrowth and followed a narrow stream-bed back to State Street. It was a good ride.