If the sound of the wind whispering through the pines and wilderness is what your looking for you have come to the right place.
My wife and I enjoyed a three day stay last weekend .
Friday night we were awaken by a duet of barred owls in close proximity to our camp site in full chorus for nearly fifteen minutes.
The cool dry evening carried the sound beautifully. Hearing many barred owls over the years none have ever sounded so "In Tune " as these two.
Saturday morning the smell of beacon and eggs filled the air.
We were very particular cleaning up and keeping food in the truck and rubbish out pf reach of bears.
Looking out from the camp site I caught glimpse of movement in the distance. Checking it out I found a gentleman sitting at a picnic table enjoying the local critters that have come to expect his visit. I usually run into Dick Cooper at least once a year. If you frequent the Northeast Gates of Quabbin you mostly likely have said hello, Its Always a pleasure to speak with him. I certainly can appreciate the years he has pursuing Quabbins trials and roads enjoying its nature and beauty.
It wasn't long before fishing poles where in hand and my wife and I were off to fish quabbin for dinner. A short mile or so down Gate 36 leads us to the waters edge.
We fished for several hours catching only one rock bass.
Hardly enough for dinner so it was released.Guess it will be burgers and salad. for dinner. As we finish dinner the first calls of a Barred Owl can be heard in the distance.
A short hike up to Soapstone Hill had this American Toad sitting on the trail . Sunday night with the sunset and quiet surroundings made for an enjoyable evening.
Jim