Newton Hills Park
What a great find! This park and the delightful town of Canton turned out to be a great respite after the past few days. The temperature was perfect for hiking (mid 50’s) and the nights not too cold (high 30’s). As i entered the park I was given the sense of small town…. something that brings back memories of my childhood in New Hampshire.
I found a perfect campsite
Since we were the only people in the entire park we had complete solitude.
An early morning wake up by the Poodles. They’re eager to go. Me? Not so much. I heard it pouring rain all night and I stubbornly refuse to face another dreary day. The weather called for blue skies but it’s hard to believe after the heavy clouds and pouring rain of last night. Of course you can’t put off poodles who have decided to throw their bodies across yours, so I relent.
I step out into a crisp cool dry morning! How could this be?
I decide to start the day with a few chores and head into town. There’s a little café that looked like the perfect local spot for a real breakfast… Ok… it’s the ONLY café. Walking in, all eyes were on me… oy. The room was filled with white-haired farmers eating hardy breakfasts of bacon, eggs and white toast. I forgot that Wonderbread still exists! I have a leisurely breakfast while my laundry finishes up at the Laundromat and I wait for the library to open. The poodles aren’t happy that they’re sitting in a car when there’s a woods full of turkeys back at camp.
I spent two hours at the Canton library working on the blog. It seems like all I do is play catch-up. Just modifying the pictures takes for ever. It’s a nice little library and seems to be a popular place. Someone is here using the microfiche scanner as he works on research about the original rail line that passed through here. Apparently his grandfather was one of the original owners. There are volumes of antique books sitting on the shelf next to me.
The strangest background I found about Canton is not just bizarre and sadly shocking. It was the site of the first Native American Asylum, built-in 1898.
******I decided to pick up my laundry and head out to the woods.
We enjoyed several hikes one of which was Turkey Trot Trail where the poodles flushed out several wild turkeys. Little did I realize that it’s Turkey hunting Season! Well, the poodles were safe in their neon vests but it was a bit disconcerting to see the sign at the end of our day.These bugs grossed me out but I couldn’t stop looking for piles of them….
While I was busy scouting out bugs, the Poodles found mud to play in….YIKES
On top of the mud… they found BURRS…..
Back to the camp we headed. For a bath
The burrs were so imbedded that I had to have Nickel and Eureka’s ears down.