Birds, bellringing, rainbows
Trip Start Mar 14, 2006
241Trip End Mar 15, 2007
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Cally and I went out to the Stony Brook Wildlife Sanctuary (part owned by the Massachusetts Audubon Society) and looked for birds and other natural things. Among other things we saw on the trails and boardwalk around the ponds, marches, old mill site and dam were: eastern bluebirds (a first for Cally), mallard, mockingbird, red squirrel, dogwoods and other trees I don't think I can identify (some type of oak, elm, beech), little violets, painted turtles (though no snapping turtles which we were looking for), Canada geese (including a little gosling all covered in green algae from the pond), a knoll covered in glacial erratics
Back about 12:30 and headed out towards Boston as Cally has a bell ringing event at about 2:15. On the way I was introduced to some of the notable spots in Boston and we stopped at an REI where, alas, I could not find the trousers I am looking for. Managed to find a parking spot near the Church of the Advent (http://www.theadvent.org/geninfo/history.htm built in 1844) on Brimmer Street where the bell ringing happens. The tower has a ring of 8 bells.
For the uninitiated, change ringing is a style of church bell ringing started in England around the end of the sixteenth century. Because of constraints imposed by the physics of swinging bells, tunes are not played. Instead, the bells are rung in ever changing patterns to a steady rhythm." Further information can be found at http://ringing.org/main/pages/intro. When we arrived, the morning service was just letting out and I was introduced to some of the staff, the lovely church cat and a coupe of the ringers: Diane and Laura. Later along came Mira, John, Mike (the visiting ringer in charge of practice), Dale, Elaine and James.
Church of the Advent is an Anglo Catholic congregation and the odor of incense wafts gently through the air as we make our way up the winding stairs into the steeple
The ringers set up the bells up and began practice. They seem to go into a bit of a daze and, staring straight ahead, sometimes moving their lips either counting or perhaps, praying (g), they ring a peal. It is really a language all to itself. I heard things like Plain Bob Major, Kent, Cambridge, surprise, dodging, hunting, double, single, splice, treble and tenor, lead, lead end, sally, tail, and other things which were a complete mystery to me. If I concentrated too hard on trying to follow the peal, I actually got a bit dizzy and could feel the tower shaking as if the bricks were shifting with each stroke.
About ringing, one web site said" "the activity within the ringing chamber is anything but, as the bell ringers not only ring the bells, but also try to remember the order in which they are supposed to be rung
All I know is that they rang a number of changes in the two or so hours we were there. They must have known when to end each one as, at some point they all wound up with their bells quiet at the same time and the end of a chime ringing through the tower. Actually, I think the conductor said something like "Trent" and the next time their arms moved, the chimes ended. Some pieces required 6 and some 8 ringers. The practice was also a training session for the ringers, all of whom are at various stages of development in their craft. Wikipedia tells me that "Periodically, for a special occasion (or sometimes just for fun) a group of ringers might attempt a peal (the most concise of which will last approximately three hours); if they succeed they occasionally mark the accomplishment with a peal board on the wall of the ringing chamber".
By the time we left, the rain had started up again and it absolutely pelted down
I also saw a huge number of public and private rowing clubs and their boathouses. Rowing teams are fielded by Harvard/Radcliffe, Cambridge, Kennedy, Riverside and a Community rowing organization. Apparently there is a huge event called the Head Of The Charles Regatta held every October and is billed as the world's largest two-day rowing event. It was first held on October 16, 1965 and was established by the Cambridge Boat Club members with the audience of Harvard University sculling instructor. The latter proposed that a "head of the river" race similar in tradition to races held in his native England, be held on the Charles River. "Head" races, a class of regattas, are generally three miles long-boats race against each other and the clock, starting sequentially approximately fifteen seconds apart. Winners of each race receive the honorary title of "Head of the River" or, in this case, "Head Of The Charles." "
I think my sister Pat, who is a rower, would love to visit here as would a number of my other online friends
We carried on driving until we came to a place called the Cordingly Dam across the Charles River at Newton. The Charles River in Newton was used as a source of power for the first time in 1688 when a sawmill was built at the upper falls. During the next ninety years other family-run operations were added. There was a grist mill at the lower falls on the Wellesley (then Dedham) side of the river by the mid-1690s and thirty years later a forge and trip-hammer were built on the Newton bank. These were followed by a variety of small mills until about 1790 when the first of the paper mills for which Lower Falls was later well known was built. By 1816 there were six at the upper (Cordingly) dam and three at the lower (Washington Street or Finlay) dam.
Currently there is a footbridge across the dam which is running full out; in fact, it is overflowing into the fish ladders. A web site of the Charles River Watershed notes that "The Cordingly Dam fish ladder, the last fishway upriver, which has been impassable for the past ten years, became fully operational in 2004 when DMF (Massachusetts Division of Marine Fisheries) installed new stop logs, which regulate water height, and baffles, which control water flow within the fishway
The weather cleared up sufficiently to take some photos but then began to cloud over. We dropped Elaine back at her car and Cally and I continued on back to Foxboro. By that time the weather had deteriorated to a full blown thunder and rainstorm with rain coming down so hard that it was bouncing off the water with a vengeance. We were able to get some wonderful pictures, though, of the dark clouds against the green forest and a beautiful double rainbow. Wow. What a place.
After the rain let up we went back to the Stony Brook Wildlife Sanctuary to see if we could see the snapping turtles. Alas, no snapping turtles, just a little painted turtle. I was able to take some memorable photos of cloud reflections in the water.
When I got home the three of us co-operated on a magnificent dinner of Cranberries & Mushrooms in Brandy Cream Sauce with asparagus and salad. It was a superb meal and afterwards we chatted for a while as we did the night before.
They lent me an amazing book on the geology of Massachusetts called "Roadside Geology of Massachusetts"
It is a book right up my alley and I read it far into the night.