Friday, October 7, 2011
273. Marblehead: Marblehead Neck Wildlife Sanctuary
And so, the day quieted down. My abbreviated little itinerary, only three towns on this day (September 20), was drawing to a close. Fortunately, it ended in beautiful, historic Marblehead. Unfortunately, it came with the sighting of vandalism to the kiosk at the sanctuary.
The rain never really intensified, for which I was thankful. Typically, I wouldn't give a damn, but I had a meeting to attend, and it would be best were I not trudging into it mightily muddy and superbly sweaty. Oh, I was sweaty, but no more than usual. I walked the trails from end to end and all the way around.
I was alone with the usual gang, chickadees, titmice, nuthatches and wrens. A crow cawed distantly, while three mallards floated on the small pond. The grays overhead robbed the greens of their vibrancy below.
I couldn't help think while I was there about an old colleague, Barbie, who grew up in town. She always reminded me to put the emphasis on "head" and not "MARble" - "Marble HEAD." That's how the locals say it. It's like the people of Concord with Henry David "Thorough." I could go on. Oh, the things I'd heard around Massachusetts this year.