Summer never wanted to end, or so it seemed. As we entered October and all the trees were still green, I gave up hoping for a sudden turnaround. Instead of a cold snap, it seemed to steam up. Then we got one cold night, more heat, humidity, and rain. And then, it got cold.
Our first stop was, of course, the Blackstone River. The river is the heart of the valley and almost all the most beautiful parts of the valley are linked to the river.
This part of The Blackstone Valley Historic Corridor is the place where the canal and the river physically separate. The canal has not been used for more than 150 years, so it has developed a life of its own with spawning trout, nesting geese, and a million water lilies.
I know I’ve taken a million pictures of this section of the canal. I can’t help it. I’m always sure there’s one more perfect picture to be taken and I’m going to take it. If not this year, then next year.
What’s interesting is that all of these parks are in fact physically linked to the river. Each section of the park is another section of the Blackstone with a place to park, then sit and watch the river flow past.
I was a better walker back then. I miss walking.