Friday, October 16, 2009
There are other stats that could be garnered about time walked, the number of states in which I took walks, how many strangers exchanged greetings with me (more than two per day!) and more.
But it's time to move on. I've shut down my Twitter account, and Facebook comes next. I spend enough time in front of the computer as it is, and I have a family I want to make even more room for. I'd like to thank everybody who's commented on, perused or even simply enjoyed the pictures of "Thirty Minutes a Day." I hope you can tell that it's been a thoroughly enjoyable experience for me since day one.
Here's to the walking life! Now get out there and enjoy it.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
What else is happening: got my copy of the November issue of Northeast Boating, with my article on sea kayak safety in it.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
What else happened: finished reading Mark Bowden's The Best Game Ever: Giants vs. Colts, 1958, and the Birth of the Modern NFL.
Nope, this was a no-go.
Friday, October 9, 2009
I may have just struck upon the secret of life itself.
September 29, 2009 - Up and Down the North River, Pembroke, Hanover, Norwell and Marshfield, Masachusetts
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Time: 40 minutes.
New species: None.
Stranger hellos: None.
What else is happening: attended a wedding for the evening at a fantastic 1909 hotel.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
The dike has quite a history, and it's all tied into the Daniel Webster Wildlife Sanctuary. Years, decades, a century and a half, if you must know, ago, the fishermen and farmers were at war in Marshfield. The land that is now the sanctuary flooded at high tide. It's a polder - below water level when the Green Harbor River reached its peak depths. The fishermen loved it. The farmers hated it. They saw good arable land covered by water twice a day, and won the vote at town meeting to have the river diked, and the land mostly dried out.
They planted their crops, and loved their new find. The fishermen were not so happy. They stood on the dike and saw lost revenue, lost livelihood. They acted.
In the middle of the night, a man with a carriage full of dynamite headed for the dike. Before he could unleash his diabolical plan, though, he was found out. The dike was saved, but the feud raged on.
Things have tempered since then. But the question of at least opening the dike a bit more has arisen. An influx of saltwater could do wonders at invasive species eradication. The phragmites doesn't know it, but its days are numbered.
I say we go find the dynamite. That'll teach those phragmites to not muscle out our native grasses.
Time: 33 minutes.
New species: (Birds) yellow-crowned night heron, marbled godwit (279).
Stranger hellos: 3 (533).
What else is happening: full day at work, including the regular 3 1/2 hour birding walk; more nonprofit and book work.