Hiking

04/01/08

Since my last entry I've learned an important lesson, the longer the time between entries the more difficult it is to catch up. I've been too busy, having been to Red Hook (on the southwest side of Brooklyn), and Brooklyn Heights (on the northwest side of the borough). During this same time period I also ventured into Manhattan for a photo shoot, hiked Heckscher State Park with my friend Liz and the Bayard Cutting Arboretum with my friend Marie. I also joined Liz and others on a clean-up of the upper Nissequogue River in Smithtown which I've dutifully recorded in the Kayaking Journal here. My trek started on Thursday, the twentieth. Venturing into Brooklyn I met up with Brian and Andrew (a brother and cousin who are also two of my hiking buddies). Our first stop was along Shore Parkway for a photo shoot by the Verazanno Narrows with the bridge of the same name. The Narrows are where the Hudson River meets the Atlantic Ocean. It's an area south of where the East River merged with the Hudson by Manhattan's Battery Park, and where the river is squeezed between Staten Island on one side and Brooklyn on the other (with Liberty Is., Governor's Is., and a couple small Islands in between). Our next stop was in Red Hook where my great grandfather had a tailor shop. We stopped to purchase lunch at the Fairway Market which is an integral part of the renaissance of Red Hook, and the market is so huge it has got to be seen to be appreciated. The view of the Hudson, from where we ate lunch at the market, is superb. After our repast we drove north, through neighborhoods that conjured up many memories, till we reached the Heights where I captured this photo of a ferry approaching its terminal, and this one from the promenade by Montague St.

03/13/08

Time, it seems, goes by pretty fast. Well, at least it does for me. So far this month I've hiked the Greenbelt Trail north, on the west side of the Nissequogue River, through the County and then the State park across the hills and along the beach to the Smithtown ramps. I've taken photos along south shore beaches, and hiked around the San Souci Lakes that mark the divide between Sayville and Bayport. And yesterday, while in Brooklyn, I first stopped at the Marine Park Nature Center then met up with family. Together we took a short ride, and walked along beaches that are part of the Federal Reserve of Fort Tilden. Still, I've plans for a hike by Sunken Meadow and another on Nassau's north shore later in the month. This entry is a catch up for me as I've been too many places and devoted too little time to record them here. Last week I, and my hiking buddy Tony, hiked a good two hours along the trail that begins on the north side of the Smithtown Landing Country Club parking lot (off Landing Ave. in Smithtown). You're sure to notice a sign there declaring the path to be part of the Greenbelt Trail. The trail follows the Nissequogue River north and meanders through Arthur H. Kunz County park where there are ample opportunities for taking photos as there are views of the river and access to the shore. There's some nice exercise to be had traversing the low hills too and even an erratic or two to be seen. Between the northern most end of the park and the Nissequogue River State Park is a family neighborhood with a children's park and some tables and benches where one may stop to enjoy a brown bag lunch. This trail is a favorite of mine as I've taken many science classes on nature tours here. The photos below are of recent adventures.

Nissequogue River State Park
Sayville and San Souci

03/04/08

February, my favorite month, as I'm a pisces, ended with a trip to the city. ArtExpo, held at the Javits Center on the west side of mid Manhattan has become one of my favorite trips. And it qualifies as a hike as once I'm in the city I can't help but walk around a bit, often for miles. I made the trip by L.I.R.R. on Sunday, alone, and again on Monday with my friend Liz of Flowers by Liz. I've mentioned the ArtExpo before so I'll only say if you've the slightest interest in art then you don't know what you're missing if you haven't attended the expo. I'm very much interested in photography, and other forms of art as is Liz, and I was able to appreciate more from her added perspective. The weather was nearly perfect for walking in the city on both days, Monday being the better of the two though. On Sunday the sky was very clear and I wondered if I might, towards evening, be able to capture something different through the lens of my camera. Upon arrival at Penn. Station I walked to the west side, and 35th. St., from 7th ave. to the Javits Center, and an additional 2 hours viewing all the displays. After that I walked a square, going north about 10 blocks, then east to 8th. Ave., south to 34th. St. then west, back to between 10th. and 11th. Ave. With the sun going down and the days warmth being replaced by a chill aided by a strong wind I considered heading home. But then I saw what just might have been a reward for staying longer than originally anticipated. Being very satisfied with the days accomplishments I headed home only to realize the railroad was on weekend schedule and I had an additional hours wait for a train going east. However, there's much walking to do in the underground that is Penn. Station.

Most of my walks/hikes in the past couple years have been in Suffolk County, a few in N.Y.C. (mainly Brooklyn and Manhattan), and I've covered quite a few parks, preserves and beaches from Montauk Point to Babylon. However, I've been neglecting much of Nassau County, and the three other boroughs of the city. Well, with the new year comes new directions and my first foray, on the island, past route 110. A short while ago I enticed a couple friends to join me on a trip to the Muttontown Preserve. It's been at least a few years since my last visit here and for no reason at all the thought of revisiting the ruins of King Zog's Mansion became something I needed to do. The preserve proper is located off Muttontown Rd. in East Norwich, and although it sounds like somewhere in Connecticut it's just a little west of where route 106 north from the L.I.E. reaches Muttontown Rd. The preserve is Nassau's largest, comprising 550 acres of fields, woodlands, ponds, and the grounds from two former estates (one being the ruins of King Zog's), and several miles of nature trails too. If you'd like to concentrate your visit on the area of the ruins then parking off the west side of 106 North, at the equestrian parking lot is best. It was raining while we were here and parts of a few of the trails were flooded, which made the day that much more interesting as I love the rain. Below are a few photos from our visit.

02/16/08

A couple journal entries below I mentioned it hadn't snowed yet. Well, I'm sure most of my readers are aware this week it finally did - the first snow of the new year, and what a meager snow it was too; just a couple inches, and it was gone the next morning a result of the 2.5 inches of rain that followed it. However, while on the PC, tweaking one of my websites, I happened to glance out the window at about 5 P.M. or so and noticed it coming down. Not wanting to miss out on an opportunity I quickly gathered up my equipment and was out the door in a flash, intent on photographing what may be the only snow we see before Spring. I sprinted over to the park and was pleased to see some children sledding down one of the gentle slopes, their parents watching from a short distance. I've noticed, in the past, how quickly some people arrive with children and sleds to take advantage of the fun to be had. Below are a few images recording the rare event - all taken at the Broadway Ave.Grange in Sayville (off Montauk Highway).

02/09/08

Just a little late in getting this hike posted. The other day I gathered a couple friends to join me hiking through Wildwood State Park where there are about 600 acres of hardwood forest with marked trails for hiking. With disregard of my inherent fear of heights my favorite trail skirts the high bluff that overlooks Long Island Sound, and in some places the path is quite close to the edge or, as a result of erosion, even missing. The day was bright, but rather cold, with the wind coming out of the west, and we had decided to walk along the bluff to enjoy the view of the shore bathed by the late morning sun. However, the beach looked so inviting we descended by virtue of a relatively uncluttered cut, and enjoyed the wind at our backs as we walked the entire beach, occasionally stooping to retrieve a glistening piece of sea glass and to capture a few moments on photographs - also to pick myself up after having slipped on the ice that seems integral to the ubiquitous stones that litter the sandy shore. Haphazardly placed amongst the stones of our north shore beaches there are also rather imposing glacial erratics to be seen here as well. Upon reaching the beaches eastern limit we found a welcome path leading up again to the trail on the bluff. We walked that trail awhile marveling at how the beach looked from so far above, but due to the harsh wind facing us head on we turned off to a kinder trail that led us through the somewhat warmer (and less windy) forest back to our starting point. Altogether we enjoyed about two and a half hours in the park, however, a serious hiker could complete it in much less time.

01/30/08

How very quickly the days fly by. We're well into 2008 already and what a surprising season it's been. Has there been any snow yet, I think not. I've been slow with resuming this notebook as my dad, at 91, died this past month. He had a long life and went easily. And so, the seasons continue, and it's back to recording the offerings of our natural world. I have been visiting the local spots such as the San Souci Lakes. I've written about this area in the past and as I live close by it's one of my favorite walks. They, the lakes - ponds actually, are part of the nature preserve in Sayville accessible off the east side of Broadway Ave. just south of Sunrise and near the fire department (just a small cutout with barely room for one vehicle to park). Another entrance is located where Old Broadway and Ronald Lane meet. There are meandering uncared for trails, and you've got to be watchful for the errant young person riding an illegal atv, however, it's a pleasant piece of nature bounding the wet area at it's extreme eastern end. The arboretum (Bayard Cutting) is close by, as is Hechsher and Connequot, State parks, and the small parkland just west of the Oakdale merge. Recently a friend and I walked from Bayport into Sayville's business district, on Main St. where there are uniquely upscale, and novel shops to explore. However, not my cup of tea, and after downing one of those teas, from a local coffee shop, we were off on the return trip; this time meandering south past the marina and along the short, shore area. I'm rarely without camera when on a walk and recent purchases of my photos has done much to encourage me. Below are some I've taken recently.

1/30/08 Photos from Sayville, W. Sayville and Oakdale.

The natural beauty that is Long Island is everywhere, in any direction you choose to look. So for this journal entry, the last of 2007, I've decided to use photos exclusively, from a variety of nature areas throughout Suffolk County. I hope you'll enjoy viewing them as much as I did taking them.

12/28/07 Photos from Smith Point County Park, Fire Island.

12/28/07 Wertheim National Wildlife Refuge, Shirley.

12/26/07 Photos from Blydenburgh County Park, Smithtown.

12/21/07 Photos from Heckscher State Park, E. Islip. (end of Southern State Pky.)

12/20/07 Photos from the East Islip Nature Center, Bayview Av., E. Islip.

12/14/07

Nasty weather necessitated the cancellation of a planned river clean-up at the Connequot River State Park Preserve and seasonal weather changes have shifted my interests from kayaking to hiking and photography. Long Island is truly a great place for doing all these things. I've been remiss in recording all the recent walks I've done as they've been mostly short in nature and I didn't think they'd be very interesting to report, but yesterday (Thursday) I got a nice little hike in at Hecksher State Park (E. Islip). My friend Liz of flowers by Liz suggested it, and I'd guess we put in a few miles on and off trails during the little ice/snow/rain storm that pelted the island that morning. It began at the boat ramps, on the westernmost part of the park, we walked the east-west path to the end of the canal (taking a photo or two along the way), then continued, still on the path, north, until we came abreast the stand of pines to the left. Here we left the path as I've what is almost a need to feel the quiet when surrounded by these trees and experience the softness of fallen needles underfoot. And I was surprised to find Liz familiar with this place as I've often thought of it as special to me (almost private), but I suppose, reluctantly, there are others who stop, to reflect, here as well. We walked to the end of the stand and turned north, not following any trail, meandering past fallen trees and not too much of undergrowth tangle, eventually emerging onto the path again. If you haven't visited Heckscher it's a large park consisting of almost 1700 acres with many trails for the hiker to view nature from, and acting on the urge to explore an area rife with photographic opportunities we reentered the understory. On our return we followed much of the same route, in reverse, and the real excitement of the day came when Liz stopped abruptly to point out a Red Fox just a few yards from us who studied us momentarily before dashing off into the undergrowth. (the last photo is of Nikki who had shared this adventure with us - not the red fox).

11/10/07

Well, I suppose this might convince a few that I'm just a little eccentric but if you enjoy a nice rainy day like I do then yesterday provided an ideal opportunity to go for a hike. The sky was overcast when I started out with sling pack on back, bagel in my right hand and a thermos of white tea, sweetened with my own honey, in my left, and it was Just over a half mile to my first destination, Lotus Lake, on the Border of Sayville and Bayport. The lake is on the south side of Montauk Highway and hidden by brush and trees. After hopping the traffic barrier by the water outlet that comes from under the highway there's a short trail that, when followed, ends at the lake where the observer is presented with this view. The beauty and quiet of the lake and surrounding area compels you to linger and so I stayed a while sipping from my still too hot tea before I returned to the road and hiked east a bit and south again. After a while there are L.I.R.R. tracks to cross and at the next main intersection a quick left, a right, and then continuing somewhat further south the road will, almost as if by magic, change its character and appear as this. At the end of the road, and across the street, can be seen a small beach which is adjacent to a fenced off S.C.C.C. research area. The rain held off up till this point and only drizzled off and on for a while and then stopped altogether. There is so much beauty on this island of ours I spend quite a bit of time taking in the nature of it all as well as taking an awful lot of photos. Eventually I'll display them on my photo website and perhaps, as a close friend suggested, include them in book form. On the return trip I stopped for just time enough to leave a jar of Long Island Honey by the door of my friend Marie, and then I headed toward the Sans Souci Lakes, on the north side of Montauk Highway (behind a chain link fence), just on the other side of the highway from Lotus Lake, and to this view. The entire trip, with an occasional meander east and west, was about 7 miles or so; a little longer than a walk, but a nice little hike. And the rain held until after I returned to my starting point just a half mile further.

10/04/07

There is so much that I have got to do this month and so little time left to do it in that having taken a trip to Montauk Point places me right at the edge of irresponsibility. However, the purpose was for capturing in digits what remains of summer colors before the leaves start to turn and begin their earthward fall in earnest. And when one considers the travel distance, two lane highways, interminable construction, people and vehicles, and more people - even during the middle of the week when most I had assumed were at their work, Montauk Point is truly a hike from almost anywhere. I must admit though I've always been fascinated by that edge of land that is the easternmost point of New York, inclining beneath the blue waters of the Atlantic. It is afterall, lands end. And I can barely tear myself away from the view of the rugged south shore seen from the cliffs at Camp Hero. Aside from the absolute beauty of the Montauk area what incredible history there is here as well. Most who come to the point don't fail to visit the Montauk Point Lighthouse (New York states first lighthouse). However, this time as I arrived at the point considerably later than anticipated I had to put off, for another time, visiting The Walking Dunes and also Camp Wikoff where Theodore Roosevelt and his Rough Riders were quarantined upon returning from the Spanish American War. On the way toward the Point I happened to pass the Long Island Duck, soon to be relocated, again. And on the way home I stopped to purchase some veggies, from one of the many roadside stands, as well.

09/08/07

Just a ten minute ride and I'm at the gate of the Connequot River State Park Preserve. The park is comprised of almost 3500 acres of land (and water), and, as I don't wish to sound like a travel brochure suffice it for me to report, it is home to many variety of birds, mammals and plants. It's in Islip and surrounded by North Great River, Islandia, Bohemia and Oakdale, and the entrance gate is on the north side of Sunrise Highway (westbound lanes). I show my permit (acquired through the mail every winter), and I've my Empire Passport on the driver side window which saves me the parking fee. Of course the passport has to be purchased beforehand and if you're hiking in the parks as often as I then it pays to get yourself one. The kiosk attendent today is a woman I recognize from when I worked at the park some time back. She offers me a map which I refuse as I'm pretty familiar with the trails and from there I turn left into the parking area. My destination today is Bunces Bridge (I think I've got that name right). Not that the bridge holds any significance other than I like it when I've a definite destination. Today, besides hiking (somewhere near two miles to the bridge), I'm taking pictures, and I wanted a shot of the bridge. I walk through where the horsemen park their trailer (none here today), and pass the garden area and corral on my right. A beekeeper from Babylon had hives between this trail and the lake but I don't see them, and suspect they too have been lost to the many pathogens plaguing honeybees. Between here and the bridge I find myself stopping often to inspect mushrooms, and the Indian Pipes (Monotropa uniflora) I come across, amongst other suspicious looking things. And after about a mile I find myself at the hatchery and stop to have a look around. The trout here had recently suffered from what I may have read was Pancreatic Necrosis, but don't quote me on that. It was just one more worry for Gil the park administrator. I chose to walk the trail from here to the bridge (you can walk the sandy road, but the trail is much more fun) as it follows the river upstream, and I prefer the forest view over the meadows along the road. I'm alone, and engrossed in everything, when upon hearing a noise I look up, and jump a couple of feet just as the runner comes past me and whispers "sorry". After leaving the forest trail and turning right onto the sandy road I can see the bridge ahead. There's a small falls on the downstream side of the bridge, and this is a stop off point during our annual river cleanup of the park (by kayak). This is also where my picture taking really begins, and it takes me twice as long on the return trip as it did getting here. There are many trails that I know, and at least one of them is waiting for me to chance by and take that perfect photograph. Not this one though of the deer eyeing me with caution before sprinting off into the forest.

08/24/07

If a persons degree of happiness can be determined by the amount of time he/she spends communing with nature then I've reason to feel pretty good. My summer camps ended a week ago, and a few days of R and R put me in the mood to do some exploring. And to answer the yearn I, and a couple friends, this past Friday ventured to the east end, on the south fork, determined to do just that. Our first stop was at the Sagg Swamp Preserve, in Southampton, which is a small parcel of 87 acres most of which were acquired by the Nature Conservancy in 1970. The entrance is marked by a large sign in front of side of the road parking for, at most, two vehicles. There's a single trail that leads, after a short walk, to a round about trail that travels through an area comprised of wetlands, and their upland buffers. The preserve supports breeding, and overwintering amphibians, reptiles, birds, etc. However, due to its size, it provided just a tidbit of what awaited us at the Morton Wildlife Refuge. This refuge is managed by the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service, and is situated on Noyack Road, in Sag Harbor, and offers so much enjoyment for the nature enthusiast it's almost overwhelming, and it's been too long a time since my last visit. Comprised of 187 acres there are brackish, and freshwater ponds, salt and freshwater marshes, and as the refuge is almost surrounded by the Noyack, and Little Peconic Bay diverse species of shore birds abound. There is about three miles of undeveloped shoreline, however, much of it is off limits during wildlife nesting season (the beach is a critical habitat for the piping plover). During our limited time here we were treated to the sight of turkeys, turtles, deer, rabbit, and chipmonks, not to mention the many bird species some of which will alight upon an outstretched hand in search of a free offering of seed. There's a roundabout trail that leads through the different habitats, and a trail to the beach.

07/03/07

Stayed close to home on this latest trek, and took a walk through Hechscher State Park which is in Great River, and accessed at the end of the Southern State Parkway (Heckscher State Pkwy). The park has about 20 miles of trails, and at one time or another I've hiked, jogged or biked them all. The trail I like the most is one that heads east, and south from the Administration building, and leads to the police facility, and marina over by Timber Pt. However, this time I, and my brother Brian, having parked our vehicle by the boat ramps, walked the trail that heads west from there. This trail parallels an inlet that ends at a spit of land (really just about 10 ft of sand and brush) that separates it from the East Islip inlet (by the E.I. Marina) where, by the way, my summer camps are held starting this coming Monday. The trail swings north, and eventually leads to a large clearing at the edge of which White-tailed Deer can often be seen browsing. Just before that clearing, looking west, you'll notice a large stand of tall pine trees. Walk into this shady area and experience the carpet of pine needles beneath your feet with a sweep of fern edging the path. Sit yourself down on a fallen tree trunk and enjoy the solitude, the scents, and the understory view. From there we returned to the main trail and continued north. We followed a couple meandering dog trails that dissected the main trail where we enjoyed, and photographed birds, and butterflies. We eventually headed east where we hooked up with the trail by the main road, and returned to our vehicle - having walked about 4 miles. A couple years back I saw a Red Fox off to the east, by the exit, but not this time. Upon exiting the park we headed east on 27a for a short distance where the entrance to the Bayard Cutting Arboretum is located, on the south side of the road. That walk is for the next entry.

06/26/07

June, I have to report, is a busy month for me. What with preparing for 6 weeks of summer camps (the best camps on the island), and everything else that occurs in each of our lives. It isn't that I haven't been out and about though. It's just that I haven't had the time to put it all together. I have been on a hike or two, but I never report on the short walks I do almost on a daily basis as I don't wish to be, well you know. Anyway, I did take a trip into Brooklyn, from whence my life began some time back, and believe it or not there are natural sights to see still in the boroughs. Witness this from the south shore of that borough, and this as well. But earlier in the month I, and my friends Joan, and Tony hiked a short trail at Sears Bellows County Park, off Rte. 24, east of the Riverhead circle. Some time back I had a summer camp at this facility, and it's still a great place to hike, and camp as well. The lake is good for fishing as this photo shows, and pretty nice to look at or boat on. More recently while on my way to E. Islip Marina Beach to inspect the facility where I currently direct summer camps, for the Town of Islip, I stopped off at this fishing/hiking spot just west of the Oakdale merge on Rte. 27a. (entrance on the north side of the road). I was happy to see, and talk with, a man who was fishing with his granddaughter; both were just having a great time, especially after having caught enough sunnies for dinner. This is also the time of year when I make an effort to get on the water and do a little paddling. I'm becoming attached to a new Loon 111 kayak I've recently acquired. At 11 feet it's pretty much perfect for just about any creek or river we've got. If you've a moment to spare take a look at my kayaking page. Kayaking is really a fun sport. And as if all this isn't enough I've recently had a few of my photos rendered in "Giclèe", and purchased by an area bank. I'm in the process of building a "nature photos" page on my N8ture site where I'll be displaying my photos. If you stop by when it's put together you're bound to see much you're familiar with.

05/24/07

This past Sunday, the 20th., was ideal for a stroll through the city, Manhattan actually, and the stroll turned into a hike of about 10 miles. I had noticed the day before there was an unused LIRR ticket sitting atop my dresser that was about to expire, and took that as a sign. So at a little after noon, on Sunday, I found myself exiting the train at Pennsylvania Station without a clue as to my destination. The day was warm with almost no breeze, and I walked south a few blocks, and then headed east across town. I passed Grammercy Park, in the Murray Hill section, where a wedding party was being photographed, and found myself at Madison Square Park which stretches from E23 - E26 St's. on Madison. I'm always amazed at the sights I just seem to run into, and today was no exception for in the park there are 3 stainless steel sculptures that are incredible. They are "Conjoined, Defunct, and Erratic" by the conceptual artist Roxy Paine. Here's another photo of Conjoined with the Flatiron Building in the background. The Flatiron is the oldest skyscraper in N.Y.C., and also fascinating to look at. But this was just the beginning as further south at 14th. St. (Union Square) there was a fair with a troupe from Taiwan entertaining the crowds. I walked back across town to the west side toward Chelsea (my favorite N.Y.C. neighborhood) (Here's a photo of the Hotel Chelsea "a well-known residence for artists, musicians, and writers".), and stopped off for lunch at a small Chinese restaurant in the area. In a short while I was off again, and proceeding south I walked through Washington Square Park, then crossed Canal St., and just a little further to "ground zero". I was at the site just a short while, and was off south again headed to Battery Park where I took probably the nicest photo of the day. On the return trek uptown I took the east side, and a short subway ride during a brief thunderstorm, and exited at Grand Central Station, and eventually walked back over to Penn. Sta. for the trip home. Wow! What a day this was.

05/11/07

Sometimes I just find myself in awe of the natural beauty of our Island. In the midst of the negative impact surburbia has on the environment to be able to view nature that is even close to wild, let alone pristine, is nothing short of miraculous. Environmental damage caused by negligence, ignorance or the uncaring attitude of so many is almost inescapable in our time, and perhaps I should make a point of telling of the areas I come across in my travels that are hidden dumps with discarded evidence of our society, or of the migrant jungles, in the woods, where there's ample evidence of human beings residing. Places that give you pause to wonder if it's safe for you to be there. It's a thought for later entries, but today I'll be content with a description of Thursday's hike to where the island gets narrower, just before the north/south fork at Riverhead. In some off the beaten track areas I make a point of having a hiking buddy with me, and so a friend, and I, first stopped at Cranberry Bog in Riverhead/Southampton. For those of you too young to recall, Long Island was once a primary source of the country's cranberry supply. Until a pesticide scare, back in the 50's, created havoc, and decimated the ranks of cranberry growers here (there are remnants of these bogs in Sayville/Bayport, Manorville, and Southampton). This Suffolk County park has a "60-70 acre coastal plain Atlantic white cedar swamp" with a hiking trail of almost a mile which passes a remnant cranberry sluice, and rounds Sweezey Pond. The park consists of 460 acres in the Pine Barrens, with wetlands and woodlands. But be concerned about ticks here. From the Cranberry Bogs we headed further east, along Sound Ave., to Iron Pier Beach Park, in Riverhead, on the north fork where there's a long beach front walk by the sound with some very interesting views such as here, and here.

05/01/07

Happy May 1st. to all my readers. Yesterday was such a beautiful day I just had to go for a hike. I packed a sandwich, leftover from my annual Spring party, and some water, and headed for the north shore - again to Smithtown, and this time to the village of Nissequogue, on the east side of the Nissequogue River. Here there's a little known sanctuary called David Weld, a gift to the Nature Conservancy from the Weld's. It's a bit more than a hundred acres (records show anywhere from 112 to 124 acres), and offers splendid views of Long Island Sound, from a couple areas, along a steep bluff apparently eroded by storm tides. This is where the hike begins, and a little further on, if you take the trail to the left it'll lead to where you can walk along the beach (much of which is rocky, and sports some storm related debris) where glacial erratics are haphazardly strewn adding to the sense of raw nature you'll surely feel, especially if hiking alone as I often do. Or walk along the marked diamond trail, (having numbered stations) through an area of stunted oak trees, then black birches, and also see a kettle hole or two (leftovers from the last glacier that covered the area thousands of years ago). If you peer upwards while in the forest you'll see large Tulip trees (one of which is reported to be the largest on Long Island). The honeybees make a strong tasting, and dark honey from the sweet nectar of the tulip shaped flowers of these trees (not as dark as Buckwheat Honey though). Access to the sanctuary is easily missed, even though there's a sign by the side of the road which only hints at the small, almost hidden entrance. And there is only limited parking (perhaps enough for 8 cars total). If you decide to hike the diamond trail understand that you'll be going up a hill or three, and down to where there is wetlands. The end of this trail is at Boney lane where you'll turn right and walk about a half mile back to the sanctuary entrance. Altogether a nice bit of exercise for a few hours in another beautiful area of our island.

Y esterday (Saturday), in my opinion, was the best day of the season, so far. The mercury topped at 75°, at least that's what was recorded by my trucks thermometer, and it truly was a great day for outdoor activities. I took the opportunity to call a friend, and he & I decided to hike a couple trails in Manorville. We walked a while to here where we started. The trail doesn't have a name, and it wasn't all that long (probably less than a mile), and it ended across from the L.I. Game Farm by this horse farm. However, right smack in the middle of the trails length was a secluded pond where I took, what I think, were a couple nice photos. We returned to where we began the hike having traveled 2 - 2½ miles, got in the truck, and rode over to the R.C. Murphy Park, and walked the short trail over there as well. Along the trail Tony noticed this bullfrog which was pretty decently camouflaged, and just waiting in some slimy stuff for a juicy tidbit to pass by. And not to be outdone I caught sight of this Canada Goose tending its nest. It was so still we both thought it might not be alive, however, it twitched ever so slightly after that other guy tossed a reed its way. As you can see the nest is surrounded by water making it difficult for a critter to sneak up on the goose without her being aware. From there we rode over to the lower Peconic River (across from the Herb Farm), to check out a couple kayak launch sites, and took the opportunity for another photo. Had to do a thorough inspection after getting home as I'd flicked a couple ticks off me during the hike - can't be too careful. Anyway, if I can find the time I'll be on the water today over at Indian Island.

04/01/07

Way back on the 22nd. I was in Islip for a meeting that was actually scheduled for the following week. However, I had my camera with me, and I took the opportunity to visit a few places close by, along the south shore. My first stop was the Islip Art Museum, at Brookwood Hall. Here is one of the items that were on display (there are new displays weekly). Next I headed to the greenhouse that is on the same property, and is used by Master Gardeners, and others, who volunteer to grow flowers for placement around town. From there it was but a short trip to the Nature Center to view its displays, and to check on the pond (it's to the southeast of the center). Each of the seasons has its own special beauty, and much change is already in progress; the pussy willow is in bloom, the spring peepers have become extraordinarily loud, and buds are popping out all over. This may be my last opportunity, this season anyway, to photograph the trees (they're my favorites) before their inner strength, and beauty is covered by leaves. Next I stopped at Timber Point, at the park just east of the golf course entrance, and walked south along the shore. Here, and here, and here are what will be gone once summer arrives.

03/21/07

Long Islands north shore offers a geology significantly different than that of its south shore. Its all a direct result of the advance, and retreat of glaciers more than twenty thousand years ago. The north shore has hills, and rock and pebble strewn beaches that border the south portion of Long Island Sound. And here, erosion caused by wind and water is visibly evident. Whereas the south shore presents lowlands, and wide expanses of sandy beaches, much of which borders The Great South Bay (actually a lagoon). And a considerable portion of the south shore is protected by Fire Island, a barrier island, 32 miles long, that lies on the continental shelf. This past Monday, March 19th., I revisited the north shore of the island heading first to the extreme eastern end of Sunken Meadow where the river opens out to the sound. And from there went on to The Nissequogue River State Park (a portion of land that was once part of the Kings Park Psych. Center - where I once kept bees, and volunteered at the hospital green houses). There's a part of the Green Belt Trail in the park that will guide you, on a winding path, up the hills, and reward you with excellent views of the river, and its shoreline. There were a variety of ducks to be seen, and a couple Great Blues. However, there weren't nearly as many waterfowl as will be present when the weather warms a little. The day was quite calm, and a little on the warm side for the time of year. Probably a result of the requisite exertion expended climbing while trying not to slip on the ice which covered the snow in spots. It was quiet in the extreme as winter days sometimes are. There wasn't one boat on the river, and most of the birds sighted were basking by the shore in spots the sun had conveniently warmed for their benefit - with the exception of the gulls, as they were busy dropping shellfish from heights sufficient to have the shells split open upon hitting the ground. All told, about a 4 mile trek.

03/16/07

The recent short lived March thaw was an opportunity to feed the honeybees that I keep hidden from inquisitive eyes, and to take a little hike as well. On Wednesday, March 14, I stayed close to home, and visited the Bayard Cutting Arboretum which is in Great River. It borders on the River that bears the Indian word meaning great, and is about 10 miles west of Sayville. The arboretum is on 690 acres, and has a variety of nature walks - one of which was designed to provide a view of flower displays, another, the opportunity for bird-watching, etc. Clicking on the link above will provide you with as much history as you'd like as well as information on programs and such. However, if you haven't, then you really should set aside time to visit this State Park as it holds within its boundaries much natural beauty. This was my favorite sight of the day, and this is an excellent example of a natural graft union. It's probable that observation of unions such as this is what aided man in developing budding and grafting techniques. My favorite trees are the oaks, Quercus alba especially, they've a strength unique to them, but you'll find many other native trees, and specimens of other varieties as well. All of which are nothing short of magnificent. Here's a photo of the Bayard Cutting mansion taken from the south side, and another. Within the park you'll find what's touted to be the "most extensive collections of firs, spruces, pines, hemlocks, cypress, and yews" on the Island. On the east side of the park are offices where some mysteries of horticulture are performed, and where Master Gardeners would answer questions, and help diagnose plant problems. I don't know how many miles I logged while in the park, but I was there for 3 hours, and didn't take time out at the cafe.

03/06/07

Not having attended an ArtExpo at the Jacob Javits Center, in Manhattan, suggests you've missed the opportunity to be thrilled, enchanted, enlightened, and fascinated by all that is art. However, this page is about the trek rather than the education, and there was so much to experience it took hours of almost nonstop walking to take it all in. The day (Saturday, March 3rd.) got off to an excellent beginning with the 10:38 out of Sayville that arrived in Manhattan about 12:05, which is where the 5 hour trek actually began. The crowds from the station, on their way to matinees, or a Ranger game, all but disappeared as I headed above ground, and toward the west side. And during the half hour it took to walk from Penn. Station to the Center it was easy to find opportunities for taking a photo or two. The weather was so pleasant, even warm in the sun, I was reminded of a springtime Sunday afternoon. This is the center from outside, and from within. And this is the entrance to Artexpo. A full three hours elapsed while I strolled the aisles, and absorbed all there was to see. Afterward I walked east toward 8th. Ave, and then north to 42nd. St. where I felt compelled to take this photo, and this one too. From here I meandered through city streets until reaching Bryant Park, where upon taking this last photo my cameras battery, and I, both equally exhausted headed home.

03/04/07

Wasn't it the March Hare who exclaimed "I'm late, I'm late". Well it was, and I am. It's apparent I prefer being outdoors, and having fun, to devoting time for recording it all in this journal. Todays entry is for a trip taken to Sunken Meadow State Park, on the north shore, back on the 28th. of February. The date is fresh in my mind still as two distinctly positive events occurred: I almost decided against the trip as there was snow on the ground which suggests a muddy situation, and I had wanted to hike through the woods, however, I just had to get away for even a short while, and it turned out to be an excellent day for photography if not for trekking through the hills. And as if that wasn't reward enough, during a leisurely stroll along the beach (it was a low tide) I came across, at the waters edge, a flaked stone Indian arrowhead in pristine condition. I am still so excited about it I can almost not contain myself. There were so many scenes that begged to be photographed, such as these swans involved in either a territorial dispute or mate attracting. Photos, of course, can't take the place of personal observation, but if you couldn't be there then this photo, and this one will give an idea of what nature offered. As will this one too. Sunken Meadow is a great place to spend time communing with nature as there is a trail trough the hills as well as a three quarter mile boardwalk and plenty of beach. While here I walked about three miles.

02/21/07

Another good day for a hike on Long Island. And this past Wednesdays warm respite from the recent cold spell practically required we spend time outdoors communing with nature. The sand dunes and beaches of the south shore offer excellent hiking opportunities, but at times one yearns for more of a challenge than the measured length between start, and finish. And that is why I chose, on this day, the 600 acres of Wildwood State Park. The park is located in Wading River, on the north shore of the island, and offers excellent up and downhill trails through a hardwood forest with one trail that leads to exciting views, from a high bluff, that overlooks Long Island Sound. On this day the ground was wet, and quite slippery, from a recent snow melt, and I almost lost my footing more than once. Not an issue normally although my recently more acute fear of heights was exacerbated to the extent that where the trail bordered precipitously close to the edge of nowhere I elected to walk through the brush and brambles instead (caution over bravery). From the bluff the view begs to be photographed, and a short glimpse of a red fox just added to the excitement of the day. There's much to see, and when I return I'll spend time at the beach area where boulders, and rocks, left from receding glaciers litter parts of the shore line. During the ride west from Wildwood I was surprised by Wertheim National Wildlife Refuge being closed, and stopped, for just a moment, at the Carman's River instead, for a photo or two.

02/19/07

Yesterday, Sunday the 18th. was an especially enjoyable day. It started with my first cup of coffee being just the way I like it; I brew it myself, but on occasion I get it just right. Then brunch at my favorite Sayville diner, a pitstop home to change (I've been away from nature for too long, and decided to have some fun the rest of the day), and a short trip to Brookhaven, where all manner of waterfowl may be found within the 1,323 acres of Southaven County Park (Here's another photo). There are trails here, horseback riding, canoeing in season, and kayaking from the northern part of the park is really fun. The only drawback, as I see it, is the noise generated by the skeet and trap facility at the extreme western section of the park, which is open Wednesday through Sunday. It'd really be a treat if we non shooters could enjoy some quiet at least part of the weekend, and Sunday might be an excellent choice. Anyway, aside from that the park is a delight, and I put in at least a few hiking miles. But I still hadn't gotten my quota of fresh air, solitude, and nature, and seeing as the park is just a few minutes from W. Floyd Parkway, I hopped into the truck, and headed for Smith Point where I put in a few more miles before I called it a day. The beach was almost deserted (just the way I like it), it was a bit chilly with a slight breeze, but the air was fresh, and the look of it all was inspiring. During the time I spent in the park, and by the beach it didn't strike me as being very cold at all as walking at a good pace generates lots of heat. Of course I make a point of dressing the part which, I'm sure, makes all the difference. This photo is one of my favorites of the day (even though it's slightly blurred), as while I was leaning against a tree I heard this slapping sound from behind, and I was just able to catch these geese, in a controlled dash down the slope, using their webbed feet successfully to prevent a fall.

02/04/07

Cold weather has finally arrived. A welcome change to some, after all it is winter; although hearty souls, for a refreshing hike, are often difficult to find this time of year. Which suits me as I'm not fond of crowds, and I prefer a lonely stretch of beach with the cold wind blowing - and I'd be equally happy with a light rain too. With thoughts of wind, sand, and water imprinted on my mind I considered Jones Beach this Saturday (02/03), but would like to combine that with other adventures closer to the city so Robert Moses, on the south shore, was the compromise decided on. The parking lot had some few cars, however more on the east side than elsewhere; I suspect the meandering boardwalk toward the lighthouse, was the enticement. I, however, prefer meeting the elements on the beach, and if a break is needed then just a moment in the lee of a primary dune is comforting (not on the dune mind you). The day was windy, witness the rough sea, and spray off the wavetops; and although the sand was being blown somewhat it wasn't severe enough to be a problem. Weather modifies, and whenever I visit this beach it's never the same. I walked about three miles, east and west of the parking lot, before exhausting my camera media memory. And just prior to that I managed to record evidence of wildlife here, and here.

01/27/07

I am always surprised at how elusive time seems to be. I had a dream, recently, about time, and I knew the reason it seemed to speed up as one gets older is because ones mind is slowing down. If that doesn't make sense it's okay as this is a hiking (or a trip) journal, and what do I know about time anyway. Except, of course, for the length of it that exists between my trips, and the amount that's used going places, and enjoying the sights, and experiences of the wonders that surround us. Thursday, the 25th. I drove into the city, Queens to be exact, picked up a friend, and then drove to our destination in Brooklyn where we met up with two others at the Brooklyn Museum. I've been to the museum before, however, not since it's been remodeled. And it is so nice a place to visit. An exhibit by Ron Mueck, the sculptor, was the main reason for my trip. Photographs were not permitted, however, his work may be seen, on the web, here, and the exhibition is absolutely fascinating. I'm enthralled by the incredible talents people posess. Another exhibition at the museum, not to be missed, is "Tigers of Wrath" by the New York born artist Walton Ford. I've put together some photos from the museum here. The topmost, and the next (on the left) are of the museum exterior, the next is of one of the halls. There's the ceiling in the Egyptian exhibit, and the elephant on the bottom right is from the Tiger exhibit. The photo on the lower left I found very interesting as it's of a painting depicting a ride that I recall was at the George C. Tilyou "Steeplechase Park" in Coney Island. Which closed its gates in 1964. The ride was flat, but circular, gently rising to a high point in the center. It rotated, gradually going faster, and the object was to attempt to gain the high point, and remain there if that was, at all , possible - it was fun! There's much more to see at the museum, and the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens is just next door too. I'll leave that for another time though as we spent quite a bit of it (time that is) at the Brooklyn Museum.

01/04/07

My first trip of the new year, and into Manhattan, on the L.I.R.R., again. Really the only way to travel into the city. I planned on meeting my two trip companions, Andy, and Brian at 12:30 at the South Street Seaport, but was able to take an earlier train, and I arrived at 11:30. Enough time to visit the Fulton Station (on the subway), and get a photo or two of wall murals that adorn this particular station. I somehow managed to go one stop beyond my destination, and had to make a turn around at High St. in B'klyn. which will be a destination on another visit to the city. Mission accomplished though, and I was early at the Seaport, and took another photo or two . One could spend the entire day here, of course, there is so much to see. Like 3, and 4 mast schooners, the famous Ambrose Light Ship, and the views of the Brooklyn, and Manhattan Bridges, and of Brooklyn (my home town), across the East River. Across from the Seaport we toured "Bodies the Exhibit". This exhibit celebrates "the wonder of the human form". It was very interesting, and they've their own website. From there we took a short walk to the N.Y.C. Police Museum which takes up three floors with many displays. I found the line up of interest as it was complete with two nefarious looking lads. And this mural speaks for itself. This trip ended over a sumptious repast, and a pint of Guinness, at one of the many local restaurants.