New England! A 9-State Trail Extravaganza!

View from the Bar Harbor Campground

After completing the first trail of the New England Trail Extravaganza, I turned to Kendall and said "This was the oddest start to one of our trips ever." Why?

• 60 miles into the trip, Hedwig lost its turbo pump and we had to limp back to Boulder at a stately 25 mph. The mechanic said he'd have to order the part then it would take several hours to do the repair and we were probably looking at a Thursday start to the trip rather than the planned Monday start. Amazingly, Tuesday at noon Kendall got a call saying Hedwig was ready. Kendall informed the mechanic he was "my wife's new best friend," got hold of Paul for a vehicle shuffle, we set a world record for loading Hedwig and were high fiving each other and on the road by 2 p.m.
• Thursday night we got a call informing us that my brother was on his way to the ER. We called Paul and he said he was on it. It turns out Dave had a kidney stone and would just have to wait it out - and Paul said we should continue our trip, that he had everything "under control." So continue we did.
• Friday was the first of the nine trail runs - the Allegheny River Trail - where I set off on the wrong track and spent an hour sloshing through mud and streams before finding the right trail ...something new for the trail quest chronicles.

But all in all, it was a fine trip. A bit too much driving perhaps (three days to get to the first trail and three days to get home from the last trail), but beautiful country, a wonderful collection of trails, and delightful visits with family and friends along the way. It's going to be a challenge to whittle down the pictures as I take you along on this New England journey.

Pennsylvania - State #37 - Allegheny River Trail
This run started at the 1907 Franklin Belmar Railroad Bridge.

After crossing the bridge, there was painting on the asphalt pointing down a set of steep rickety steps for the trail. Taz and I carefully picked our way down the steps and, knowing we had to head north with the river to our left, I looked north (to the right) at the bottom of the steps and saw a dirt trail which we then followed...and followed through mud (with Taz sinking in almost to his knees at one point), rivulets, monster puddles and to where the trail completely disappeared.  'Twas a rather discouraging turn of events - but a rather beautiful spot.

We doubled back, set off on a side trail and discovered it went to a very official looking asphalt trail - Hooray! - and ran happily along. An older couple was walking toward us so I thought I'd double check and asked if this trail went to Franklin. Their answer: "No, it goes to Cranberry." Hmmm, I don't know Cranberry. They said I should go back to the bridge, go down some rickety steps and be sure to turn right. I told them I'd done just that but I'd try it again...maybe I missed something. Try it again I did, found myself going on exactly the same trail as the first time, remembered the quote  “The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, but expecting different results” and thought maybe I should give a closer look at that river off to my left. Looking hard at it I thought maybe it was river overflow rather than actual river so I went back to the bridge, down the rickety steps, and, instead of turning right and going on the dirt track, I turned left, went downhill on some asphalt and, lo and behold, there was the sign for the trail - Allegheny River Trail off to the right...on asphalt...no more mud - just one measly hour of searching to find it!

The trail itself was quite lovely: river on one side, flowers and trees as far as the eye could see, deer that appeared on the path behind us (pointed out to us by a cyclist who said he'd seen a bobcat while on the trail a couple of weeks earlier - and me and Taz just fresh from floundering through the woods!).

This was Taz's longest run ever (just over 2 hours) and he was one tired puppy. But still found some pep when he spotted Kendall at the end of the trail!

 

In the meantime, it's going to be a while before these shoes get their shine back on!

A two-trail day!
New Jersey - State #38 - Paulinskill Valley Trail

I had flashbacks to yesterday's mud slinging adventures when I saw that this trail was dirt - but was quickly reassured when I discovered that it is well-marked and that mud and puddles were well below ankle height.

For the most part, the trail ran deep in the river-bounded woods but had a couple of surprises with farm-land crossings, historic markers, and a run along an airport border! Unlike yesterday's  run with the frequent company of cyclists, Taz and I had this trail pretty much to ourselves until we got quite close to the trail's end at the delightful village of Blairstown. 

 

Blairstown is named for its most prominent citizen, John Insley Blair, who lived there in the 1800s and is the 25th wealthiest American of all time having built a huge railroad empire. Blairstown's historic district boasts landmark buildings that are virtually unchanged since the 1800s - making it a very fun town to explore after the run.






Connecticut - State #39 -Farmington River Trail
The afternoon run, the Farmington River Trail from Farmington to Collinsville, Connecticut was quite a contrast to the morning's trail: asphalt, a more urban setting, many more people (walkers, cyclists, runners) - but still lovely along the Farmington River - a national Wild & Scenic River. As an extra added bonus, part-way through the run I met up with Donna E., a fellow member of the Dead Runners Society listserv group. Donna lives practically within spitting distance of the trail (she had recommended it to me) and ran with me into Collinsville where we enjoyed some well-deserved ice cream, cold drinks, and conversation.

 

Rhode Island - State #40 -Blackstone River Valley Trail
Such a little state, yet such a nice big round number! And a fine trail made even finer with the company of Kendall's cousin, Sarah who lives in Massachusetts about 35 miles from the end of the trail. We talked about everything under the sun as we ran - more conversation time than we have ever had together since I joined the Miller family - then headed to her home after the run for the best meal of the trip - all things Massachusetts and scrumptious!

That's Hedwig over there - on the wrong side of the river!

Massachusetts - State #41 -Minuteman Trail
Another trail with a running buddy! This time with grad school buddy, Joel, and along the historic Minuteman Trail. It was quite the sensation running along where such a monumental battle had taken place...it gave me shivers...

Maine- State #42 - Acadia National Park
I have been wanting to run in Acadia National Park since I first heard about the running in Acadia National Park. And now that I have run in Acadia National Park, I must say - if I lived near there, I would run there every day ...until the snow got too deep, then I'd cross country ski there. It is exquisite!

Eagle Lake

 

Jordan Pond

From the Ocean View Trail

Dogs are allowed on the buses we used to travel to/from trailheads!

And the day is capped with Maine Blueberry Pie. The best!

New Hampshire - State #43 - Ammonoosuc Rail Trail

The Very Very Best Thing about this trail was the trail's end on the Bath Village Covered Bridge, built in 1832, the longest covered bridge in New Hampshire and one of the oldest bridges in the U.S.  What a fantastic way to finish up a run!

Beaver lodge?

 Vermont - State #44 - Island Line Trail
The Island Line Trail came highly recommended by both friends and on-line reviews and they weren't kidding. This is a fantastic rail trail both for views - Lake Champlain is spectacular - and for how the trail has been managed, with two-lane asphalt in the center for bikes and smooth dirt tracks along each side for runners and walkers. And the ferry to get from one side of the break in the causeway to the other was quite the treat as well!  This now rates as my #1 favorite rail trail.

A view of the Causeway

The break in the Causeway - the ferry is unloading on the far side

I ran from There to There!

Look who's there to greet me at the end!

 New York - State #45 - Red Sandstone Trail on Sugar Island on the Raquette RiverThe highlight of this trail was meeting up with my friend Kosta in Potsdam and going to the trail with him and his daughter. Kendall, Kosta, and Ira walked while Taz and I ran and we met back up towards the end of the loop trail. An excellent grand finale' to this New England Trail Extravaganza!

Yes, New England was very very good to us!