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Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Rock River Anniversary
It was 21 years ago this month that Leon and I met at the Rock River in Vermont. (Though Leon says he first met me at an organization where I did volunteer work and that he used to see me at the bar occasionally.)
The Rock River is typical Vermont. It is a beautiful woodland spot with cool, or more usually cold, clear water cascading noisily over rocks and boulders. The banks of the river are mostly rock but there are occasional sandy beaches. To get to the mostly gay swimming area, one must make the 30 minute hike in over a well worn, and in places difficult, trail.
When we met it was the end of a typical Vermont summer day and we had sat-out the afternoon thunderstorm. Leon was hiking out and I was at the other beach getting ready to leave. We started talking and hiked out together.
Leon was 26 and I was 40 when we met. Ah, what time and age does...

These don't change quite as much over time.

By the time we reached our cars, conversation naturally turned to getting a bite to eat. (I'm sure there are some who think "This is not natural!") We went into town, Leon tried to get cash from the ATM but the storm had knocked out service. "No problem," I said, "I've got enough for us to both get dinner." We ate together, talked some more, I paid the bill...And as the story goes, I've been feeding him since. And feeding myself as well. It shows.
Frolic in the River-Everyone from Boston Steroid Steve to Green Mountain Radical Fairies.

Guys mostly find the few sandy areas for comfortable lounging, or scatter among the rocks or under shade trees.

There is a lot of camaraderie, though things have changed over the years. There are more cliques and guys are not quite as friendly and easy-going as in times past. We always run into guys we know.


The waterfall across from the beach where we first met.

Happy Anniversary Honey. You too.
The Rock River is typical Vermont. It is a beautiful woodland spot with cool, or more usually cold, clear water cascading noisily over rocks and boulders. The banks of the river are mostly rock but there are occasional sandy beaches. To get to the mostly gay swimming area, one must make the 30 minute hike in over a well worn, and in places difficult, trail.
When we met it was the end of a typical Vermont summer day and we had sat-out the afternoon thunderstorm. Leon was hiking out and I was at the other beach getting ready to leave. We started talking and hiked out together.
Leon was 26 and I was 40 when we met. Ah, what time and age does...
These don't change quite as much over time.
By the time we reached our cars, conversation naturally turned to getting a bite to eat. (I'm sure there are some who think "This is not natural!") We went into town, Leon tried to get cash from the ATM but the storm had knocked out service. "No problem," I said, "I've got enough for us to both get dinner." We ate together, talked some more, I paid the bill...And as the story goes, I've been feeding him since. And feeding myself as well. It shows.
Frolic in the River-Everyone from Boston Steroid Steve to Green Mountain Radical Fairies.
Guys mostly find the few sandy areas for comfortable lounging, or scatter among the rocks or under shade trees.
There is a lot of camaraderie, though things have changed over the years. There are more cliques and guys are not quite as friendly and easy-going as in times past. We always run into guys we know.
The waterfall across from the beach where we first met.
Happy Anniversary Honey. You too.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Finally A Beach Day
Connecticut still has some relatively untouched places. This is one of my favorites, Bluff Point in Groton (The link it to a typically drab State of Connecticut website. Here is another from the same website). It is usually nearly deserted. Thing is, you must walk or bike about a mile and a half or boat in. This discourages and most multi-offspring families, umbrellas, coolers, blaring music and other annoyances. There are no concession stands, showers or boardwalks. Just sand, rocks, vegetation and several hiking trails.
CLICK ON THESE PHOTOS FOR A BETTER VIEW (Except for the one of me)
Looking West Along Bushy Point Beach

Looking East From Halfway Down The Beach

Bushy Point and Bushy Point Island

I Love Islands

OMG, I'm Fat

Looking Across the Poquonnock River Inlet

Nothing Lasts

Beach Roses

Beach Rose Hips

Slipper Shells and Mussle

Seaweed and Rocks Under Water


Shoreline Vegetation


"Well, Mildred, we've finally got a good beach day."
"Aw, shut up George, and go find us some lunch."

At Bluff Point End of the Beach Looking West to Bushy Point

Why does this area remeind me of a Greek Island? I've never even been to Greece.
Bluff Point Looking East

Glacial Rocks Are Strewn All About



A Pretty Green

Rocks and Sky

Finally, A Beach Day!
CLICK ON THESE PHOTOS FOR A BETTER VIEW (Except for the one of me)
Looking West Along Bushy Point Beach
Looking East From Halfway Down The Beach
Bushy Point and Bushy Point Island
I Love Islands
OMG, I'm Fat
Looking Across the Poquonnock River Inlet
Nothing Lasts
Beach Roses
Beach Rose Hips
Slipper Shells and Mussle
Seaweed and Rocks Under Water
Shoreline Vegetation
"Well, Mildred, we've finally got a good beach day."
"Aw, shut up George, and go find us some lunch."
At Bluff Point End of the Beach Looking West to Bushy Point
Why does this area remeind me of a Greek Island? I've never even been to Greece.
Bluff Point Looking East
Glacial Rocks Are Strewn All About
A Pretty Green
Rocks and Sky
Finally, A Beach Day!
Monday, August 3, 2009
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