I have been intending to visit the John F. Kennedy presidential Library, in Boston’s south side, for a long time. Having been to Ground Zero two days prior, I decided to head to the museum that honours our 35th President, as a 9/11 activity.
There were several views of the Boston skyline, and of the Boston Harbor islands, from this peninsular vantage point.
Inside the Library itself, photography was prohibited, in the exhibit halls, but not in the Flag Hall.
Outside, one may see the pleasure boat, which the President and his family enjoyed so much at Hyannisport.
The exterior is also imposing.
Finally, my fellow travelers and I viewed some beach-type vegetation, in the Cape Cod style garden.
This was my last full day, in the Boston area. On Day 21, Thursday, I headed down to southern Rhode Island.
On Thursday, Friday and Saturday of my first week in Massachusetts, I basically kicked back, visited with a childhood friend, and attended a Navy Band concert at Breakheart. On Sunday, Sept. 8, I drove down to Killingworth, CT, to visit with a member of the Baha’i community in the New London area.
Tom S. is a Renaissance man and has as many ideas in his head, as I have hairs on mine. Here is a look at his garden-bounded home.
I will long remember this Sunday, in the serenity of Connecticut, as turmoil starts to build in my life, once again.
Wetherill Mesa, on the west side of the park, is one of the more patience-building areas in our National Park system. This is because it’s off-limits, much of the year, and is only open 6 hours a day, when it is accessible.
I recognize the reason- the narrow road, with sheer drop-offs in spots, would be horrific places to end one’s life.
Here are some scenes from this final stop on my earlier spiritual quest, on August 1.
This is in two parts. First, from the gate to the trailhead for Step House, one of two preserved ruins at Wetherill.
A hawk graced the sky overhead, on that warm day.
Much of the area was ravaged by wild fire, in 2011.
Much of it is coming back, however.
There are a fair number of pictographs and petroglyphs, along the approach to Step House.
Gloucester’s Italian and Portuguese communities tend to live on the hillside, west of the harbor. Government structures are also found there.
I started my journey away from harbourside, by crossing to the Botanic Garden, in the median.
On the west side of the street is this memorial to Gloucester’s WWII veterans.
To get up into the neighbourhood, it is necessary to cross this canal bridge.
There is a mini-version of Boston’s North End here, in on Gloucester’s West Side.
Culture is well-represented.
Here are a near and a far view of Gloucester City Hall.
I tend to stay out of museums, when the weather is nice, but here is the Cape Ann Museum of History, for another day.
Maritime Heritage Center is also a must, for those who seek to understand a hard-working seaside community.
I ended my day by contemplating this roof cupola.
I am always proud of my New England heritage, so these three posts on Gloucester show what matters to me, in terms of nature, community and honest work.
This abandoned settlement, east of Mesa Verde, predates the larger sets of ruins by 300-500 years. The settlement was built by people known these days only as “Ancient Puebloans”. They are regarded as the ancestors of those who built Mesa Verde and of the modern Zuni, Keresan and Tewa peoples, of New Mexico.
Here are some scenes of the area, taken during a guided tour, on August 1. All tours begin and end HERE.
Then, visitors pile into their vehicles and follow the guide, up the road. Scenes like this may be had, from the upper parking lot, near the first ruins.
Here is an example of an unexcavated house site.
It was pretty hazy on that day, but one could get a sense of the ruggedness of this area.
Here’s a semi-excavated site. ^ Below, is a marker, used by the ancients, for astronomical positioning.
Here is one of the granite formations near the first set of dwellings.
Now, we are at the major set of structures, including the kivas and larger dwellings.
This limestone bench made for a good resting place, for some of the disabled members of our tour group.
This alcove, on the south side of the Great House, was intended to provide support for the structure.
Here are some shots of the Grand Kiva, the major ceremonial site in the complex.
These granite formations are among those which give Chimney Rock its name.
Once I had finished here, one more goal remained on this spiritual journey: Wetherill Mesa.
Gloucester is a walking town, though if it hadn’t been, I’d have made it so. As it is, Stacey Promenade, named for a local hero, guides one along the harbor beach. South of the beach, Stage Fort Park has trails that wind around, the cliffs above Gloucester Harbor.
Here we go- scenes from the afternoon of September 4.
Meet Gloucester Harbor.
There are two stand-out statues along Stacy Esplanade. The first is the Fishermen’s Memorial.
A shoutout is here, to George O. Stacy, for whom the Esplanade is named.
The second important statue commemorates the wives of fishermen.
Once the Esplanade ends, Lucy Brown Trail begins, and takes one into Stage Fort Park.
This remarkable cliffside path reminds me of Golden Gate Park, in San Francisco.
These cannonades are reminders of the War of 1812.
One may sit for hours here, and contemplate the sea.
Along any beach in New England, there are small forested islets.
Looking across Gloucester harbor, one sees abandoned factory buildings, where fish used to be processed.
Wind power is a growing focus, along the coast.
Kelp is a major product of the northeast coast. Altogether now, “EEEWWW”! 😛 Seriously, tough, this product is great for pregnant women, seeking to keep their iron intake up.
There are stairs aplenty, for those needing aerobic exercise.
Octopus Head Rock sits atop an eastern cliff in Stage Fort.
I spotted the turret of Hammond Castle, across the way, on the far south side of Gloucester.
Atop Stage Fort Park, the Girls’ Track Team, from Gloucester High School, was having a practice. Since I don’t photograph other people’s children, without their parents’ permission, my focus went to reminders of Gloucester’s place in Colonial America.
Gloucester, like most small towns, has a gazebo in its main park.
Finally, Stage Fort Park’s southwest corner has a statue of Triton, mythical son of Poseidon.
Next; Gloucester, Part 3, the Interior of Downtown and the North Side.
Gloucester, MA is in the center of Cape Ann. Its centerpiece has always been the fishing industry, as portrayed in the film, “The Perfect Storm”. There was no storm, when I visited on September 4, so I was able to focus on the architectural, and natural strengths of the area. I started with lunch at this fine establishment.
In the rest of Part 1, here are some of the buildings that lie in the immediate area of Gloucester House, just north of the Stacey Esplanade, which adorns the seaside.
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In Part 2, tomorrow, I will show the Stacy Esplanade and Stage Fort Park, which offer a good hike, when walked as a unit.
The west side of Rockport has the village of Pigeon Cove, and Halibut Point State Park. The latter gave me the first of two good hiking opportunities, on Sept. 3. It offers clifftop to beach and quarryside walks.
Here are several views of the trail, the ocean, the quarry pond and the Visitor Center, at Halibut Point, followed by a shot or two of Pigeon Cove. The first photo is of the old quarry master’s house, at Halibut Point.
Next, is a farm shed and well.
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Now, on down the trail to the seaside.
The above scenes evoke Bandon, OR and Kalalaoch, WA.
Cairn art, similar to this, is found on several New England beaches.
Now, for several views of the abandoned quarry, now a gorgeous little pond.
The last views at Halibut Point are of the watch tower. An osprey graced the roof peak, as I walked around below.
Here is a range of rock samples obtained from the quarry.
Lastly, here are the two most prominent structures in the village of Pigeon Cove. First is the community church, followed by a private home.
My second day visiting Manitou Springs was also the day I was headed out of the Front Range, July 31. My focus during that hour or so was on Miramont Castle, the most impressive structure on the hillside adorning Manitou’s south side. Still, I began with the creek which runs through Manitou’s center, and which became a raging torrent during the recent floods which have ravaged this beautiful town, along with much of the Rocky Mountain core. On that day, though, things were quite salubrious.
Many ornamental gift shops open, wherever large numbers of Mexican people visit. There is one such shop in Manitou, and it’s quite colourful.
There is a wall around Miramont Castle.
I hope this garden path is still intact.
The remaining shots are of the castle itself.
Miramont has guided tours of the interior, for a fee. I may take advantage of that, the next time I am in Manitou Springs. Hopefully, this town, and others, have not suffered irreparable harm.
Tragically, many of my favourite spots in Colorado have suffered both fire and flood, last year and this, and most recently, yesterday. I was in Manitou Springs, one of the state’s most magical little art havens, on July 30 & 31. Here are some scenes from Day 1.
I started off with a hearty lunch, at Heart of Jerusalem.
The architecture, and the cute names of some of the shops, kept me interested for the hour I had to spend, before a friend from Colorado Springs came, for consultation on some matters that were bothering her.
Barker House is one of two signature hotels in Manitou.
The pathways themselves proved captivating.
Having helped my young friend to see things in a different light, I resolved to come back to Manitou, the next day, and focus on those areas I had not seen. Day 2, next time.
