25 Acre Woods Digest (2021-10-24): Where'd It Get To?
Good morning, faithful readers. It's been a quiet week up here at the 25 Acres. So, today we have a quick review for you.
Where’d It Get To?
Good morning, faithful readers. It's been a quiet week up here at the 25 Acres. So, where’d it go? Hmmm, let’s take a look.
Here at the 25 Acres, we are blissfully past peak season. Temps are dropping to the 30s at night. Wood in the stove. City people nary to be found. All is as it should be.
I feel that since I retired, I seem to misplace things more often. Perhaps I’m just fulfilling expectations?
In any case, I’m not quite sure where I let last week get off to.
So, today we'll offer just a quick update.
The homestead witnessed major progress on the steps for Zach’s Sugar Shack Trail. Ended up with 21 steps, ranging from 12” - 16” in diameter.
All the steps are now in place. Some finishing touches are TBD: need to trim the flats for a few steps, dig water runs on the sides, and then place some rocks to finish it off.
Close to checking this one off the project list. Our first trail steps. You may say “overkill” but we say “artisanal archival quality”.
In months past, we heard some of our southern brethren complain about the too-warm summer.
The 25 Acres Team wants you to know that Maine has your backs. Yep, we’re excited to announce that we’re expecting our first snow later today.
It won’t last, as we have a Ketchikan-like string of rainy days planned too. Still, we hope this amuse-bouche provides at least a taste of the feast to come.
Given the weather, it really should be time to get back to finishing stocking the woodpile.
After a year of thinking about it, your humble reporter joined the Kennebec Valley Bicycle Club for a Saturday morning ride. After all, they started just down the road in Farmington.
They say they normally get 10-25 people for rides. It was a bit colder on Saturday, so five showed up. The hard-core five. In Pearl Izumi jackets and the latest in bike shoes.
I sported my only-slightly-stained turn-of-the-century sweatshirt and old running sneakers.
In the first 300 yards, we hit a hill. Which they all posted up. While I fell 100 yards behind.
It went from there. Soon, so very soon, I was riding solo. Through some very pretty Maine countryside.
This ride featured the Sculpture House ...
… and these intimidating guard llamas.
Along the way, I found out that Mainiac drivers are very sweet to bikers and carefully share the road.
Perhaps I didn’t get the group activity for which I had hoped. But, I did have a lovely 25-mile solo ride.
