Peak Foliage

The fall foliage has just been spectacular this year. Golden yellows, bright oranges, and deep reds, with mostly sunny conditions to bring out the most color. This past weekend was the first one in a long time where I didn’t feel like I needed to take care of moving tasks, so I spent it on myself.

Saturday, I’d decided to go to King Richard’s Faire, so I took the motorcycle down to Carver. Just as I was approaching the Faire, I saw an electronic sign that they were sold out, so I turned around and took Route 58 most of the way home, enjoying the glorious fall foliage. Then, I decided I hadn’t been on the bicycle in a while, so I chucked it in the back of the car and got directions to the nearest bike path, which turned out to be the Neponset Greenway.

I’d never done the Greenway before, but it was quite nice. I parked near a playground in Dorchester, took the path outbound just past the Red Line bridge, and then turned around and took to a point just past Mattapan station. The trail actually goes further, to Paul’s Bridge in Readville, but it was getting late and I had some errands to run. I definitely plan to do the whole trail sometime.

Sunday, I took the kayak out onto the Charles in Dedham. I was uncertain where I wanted to start from, but eventually decided to put in at the parking space along Great Plain Avenue, paddled past the put in at the Dolan Center, through Motley Pond, past the Bridge Street bridge to Route 109 and back — a round trip of around six miles.

It was just gorgeous. I had the Nikon with me, and did the downstream leg in very leisurely fashion, spending a lot of time taking pictures. I like bright saturated colors, with deep blue skies, so I used a polarizer filter on the lens. A polarizer suppresses white surface glare from objects, leaving colors more saturated. There is also a band of the sky that is also polarized; a polarizer filter with the proper orientation will deepen the blues and increase the contrast with the clouds. My sunglasses, like most, are also polarized, so I was experiencing the bright colors as I paddled.

Photography on the river is surprisingly difficult. In the sun, it’s a contrasty environment, as one side of the river is likely in shade and the other sunlit, and the dark water tends to fool the camera’s light meter, leading to pictures that are too light. The camera also tends to record the yellows of trees taken with the polarizer as more green than they appear to the eye; I’ve used a selective color correction to adjust the yellows closer to what I was experiencing.

Because of the drought we’ve been experiencing, the water level was quite low; there were visible sandbars in several places; in others there was just barely enough water to float the kayak, and I ran aground a few times.

The river meanders back and forth throughout Dedham. A little ways past the Dolan Recreation Center, it widens out to a broad area called Motley Pond; this is a great place to see birds. The river splits in two, going around a central island in two very shallow streams. I saw a couple of swans at the far end of the shallower branch. Motley Pond is not a great place to run aground; while it’s shallow, and you can run aground, the bottom is muck, not sand, and it’s not a place where you can get out and tow the boat to deeper ground.

Past Motley Pond, in the passage leading to the Bridge Street bridge, I saw a Great Blue Heron perched on a dead tree. The best way to deal with herons is not to make any sudden moves. I stopped paddling, and let the current take me closer, and used the zoom lens get some pictures. Herons, especially their eyes, always remind me that birds are dinosaurs.

Speaking of dead trees, there were a lot of them along the river. A tree growing along the river strikes me as a classic Faustian bargain.

The tree gets plenty of water and nutrients, but eventually the river will undercut the roots, until it starts leaning into the river. Finally, the tree is completely undercut, and will fall into the river, where it dies.

The goal was to reach the Route 109 bridge. Like most of the bridges on the river, the current bridge is an expansion of a much older, single lane stone bridge. The upstream side is concrete, with cast arches matching the arches of the original bridge. The current deck is much wider than the original bridge, and spans both the concrete expansion plus additional width cantilevered over the side of the original bridge with additional concrete supports outboard of the original bridge.

By the time I reached the Route 109 bridge it was starting to get very late, and the sun was starting to get low in the sky. It was still warm in the sun, but the sun was low enough now that a lot of the river was shady. So I mostly put the camera away, and started paddling at the fastest rate I could comfortably sustain. Back in the Dedham loops, I saw a doe and its fawn lunching on leaves.

I got back to the put in shortly before sunset.

Fall foliage lit by the setting sun, seen from the put in

It had been a great afternoon, though I was pretty stiff and sore — but in a good way. Mid October in the middle of foliage season is a great time to go kayaking.

Fall Foliage, 2022

This has been a frustrating October. I came down with COVID the day after my niece’s wedding and even though I had a three day weekend the following weekend, and we had gorgeous weather, I still felt crummy enough, even after a week, to not want to do much of anything. It wasn’t a serious case; it just felt like a bad cold, but it hung on for about ten days. So last weekend, I moped around the house looking out at the gorgeous weather, and hoped that it would still be nice the next weekend, and that I’d finally be over the COVID enough to be able to do something fun.

It was, I was, and I did.

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Leaf Peeping on the Charles

Fall foliage is such an ephemeral thing; one moment all the leaves are green; then in August, the first “traitor trees” start turning color, then one day, most of the trees are in full color – they still have most of their leaves, but they’ve turned color. Then, a few days later, the bonds holding the leaves to the trees start to break, and the leaves start to fall, leaving the trees barer and barer, until nothing is left except the oaks, grimly holding onto their dry brown leaves.

This weekend was pretty much peak season around here, and the weather was pleasant, so I took the kayak out for a trip along the Charles in Dedham – I didn’t have time for a longer trip as I had to get home to make supper. It was gorgeous.

I put in at the landing by the Dedham Recreation Center, and paddled downstream through Motley Pond, down past the Route 109 bridge to just short of the Bridge Street bridge. Along the way I saw a bunch of young mallards; the heads of the males were a deep rich green. Judging by their size, I’d guess this was their first time in adult plumage. On the way back, I spotted a snowy egret and a bunch of painted turtles by the entrance to Motley Pond.

Motley Pond is a bit of a misnomer; it’s more like a spot where the river spreads out a bit. Unlike the Basin, between Boston and Cambridge, the Charles is pretty narrow here, no more than 15 feet in some spots. At Motley, the river widens out; there is also a sandbar island in the middle, and you can often spot waterfowl there.

I haven’t been on the kayak much the past year. It was great to take the boat and the camera out for a few hours.

Fall Foliage and the FJR

This past weekend I took my first overnight trip on the FJR, back up to New Hampshire and the White Mountains. I’ve been wanting to take it on a longish trip, and leaf peeping seemed just the thing. Saturday, I followed the same basic route I’d done with the rental FJR, and Sunday, with more time available than I had last year, I took a trip on the Conway Scenic Railway, and did a little more puttering on the way back.

I left the house on Saturday, with a little light mist. When I came out of the O’Neill Tunnel, it was actively raining, but happily, I was wearing my overpants, which can handle a little light rain. By the time I reached the state border, I was in the sunshine.

In New Hampshire, Route 3 and Interstate 93 entwine around each other like a vine on a string; I-93 is the highway; a straight shot north, except for the Franconia Notch area. Route 3 is a local road; you do run into some intersections in towns, but it’s scenic, and there are long stretches with not much traffic, and you can do a fairly decent speed unless you wind up behind a slowpoke. I much prefer it. The two roads do intersect often, and you can easily switch between the two.

At the point where I transferred to Route 3 on Saturday, there was a sign directing me to a bridge. It turned out to be an old covered bridge, so of course, I had to ride over it, ride back, then stop and take some pictures.

Inside the covered bridge

Inside the covered bridge

(Aside: Covered bridges are covered to protect their members from rot. I’ve often wondered if it would be cost-effective in the long run to add a cheap, easy to replace roof to overpasses).

I headed north to Route 112 and the Kancamancus Highway, where I got a shock. It was bumper to bumper, stop and go all the way to the first overlook. This is the FJR’s one Achilles heel: it does not handle slow speed traffic well, or at least, I don’t handle it well at slow speeds. It’s fine while moving, but once the speed drops below a couple of miles per hour, it’s top-heavy and has a real tendency to tip or turn.

After the outlook, traffic at least moved descending the Kancamancus on the way to Conway. By this point it was near sunset, so I stopped for dinner at a family restaurant. I was leaving just as a fireworks show started nearby, so I stayed until the end before heading out along Route 302 to find someplace to stay for the night. I wanted to stay somewhere between Conway and Bartlett.

I hadn’t factored in the time of year. There were No Vacancy signs all over the place. Even the dumpy little motel I’d stayed at before was full. I remembered passing a motel in North Conway that was showing a Vacancy sign, so I hurried to get back before they filled up. I got my room for the night.

The next morning, I had to figure out what to do. I’d originally planned to take 302 out to Sugar Hill, then have breakfast at Polly’s Pancake Parlor, but here I was, close to Conway, and I’d seen the Conway Scenic Railway signs. I decided to go for the train trip. I had breakfast locally, then got a ticket for the 11:30 Valley Ride. This is a 55 minute, 11 mile jaunt through the woods.

The trip was fun, but not quite as scenic as one would hope; you spend a lot of time going through the woods, with trees close on both sides.

After the train returned, I headed west along Route 302, through Crawford Notch, past Mount Washington, to Route 3, and the slow ride home. This part of the ride is made for motorcycling — not much traffic, and scenic, curvy roads.

View from Crawford Notch

View from Crawford Notch

While I was riding through, I could see the Notch Train in the distance, running up along the side of the mountain. It made me a little sorry I hadn’t taken it, but not much; I’d rather take the bike than the train through there.

By the time I was headed south on Route 3, it was mid afternoon, so I stopped at the Indian Head Resort for lunch. It’s old-time 1950’s type tacky, but the view while I was eating was nice.

By the time I finished lunch, it was 3:30, and time to head home. For the most part, I took Route 3 back – it was getting close to sunset, and the light and the foliage were superb. I did skirt Laconia, as I’ve found there are a lot of intersections there. Finally, as I approached Concord and dusk fell, I switched back to I-93 for the rest of the ride home.

I am still pretty happy with this bike. At speed, it’s like riding a magic carpet, smooth and responsive and with plenty of power. I feel more comfortable passing for some reason on this bike than I did on the other two. I was mostly in the lower part of the engine’s RPM range except for one moment passing when I reached an absurd speed in second gear. It made me wonder what it can do at red line in top gear.

I do need to get better at stop and go with this thing. It tends to catch me by surprise when it loses gyroscopic balance and it starts to yaw. Part of it might be top-heaviness, part of it may be my short legs.

I was definitely feeling a little saddle-sore by Sunday evening. Not too bad, and nowhere as bad as the Katana, but I was feeling it. I may look into Yamaha’s comfort seat, a gel filled replacement saddle.

Finally, I was definitely missing my Nikon on this trip. It’s still out of commission, and I was limited to iPhone photography. The iPhone camera is really good, but its lens is fixed, and semi wide-angle. It also tends to pick up fingerprints.I tend to “see” narrowly photographically, and miss my zoom lens. I also miss having a raw file to work with and manipulate. At this point, I’ve exhausted all the do it yourself options I’ve read about; it sounds like the camera definitely needs repair. I may just decide to replace it instead.