Friday, August 24, 2012

Bardon Hill and Beacon Hill







Led by me, with Barry and Gordon. Hilly, mostly good underfoot - some mud in woodland areas. Great views from Beacon Hill of course. Fine, warm, sunny afternoon. 1,161 ft of climbing. Around 13 miles including add-ons. Moving pace much better than over all pace - we did stop quite a lot, but - no way do I ever walk at 31 mph!




We - well, I, - suggested that we should try Shiela Dixon's Leicestershire’s three peaks challenge. In the event we managed two. According to our magic machines it was a twelve and a half mile walk, involving over 1 000 feet of
climbing – not huge by Yorkshire, Lake District or even Derbyshire standards,
but enough of a challenge for today.












The fact that it’s a good hour’s drive from home doesn’t help, and then I have to walk back to the car to park it in a much safer
looking layby - the one Shiela recommends in her blog - at SK458120 on the A511 between Bardon and the M1.
So it was 10.20 before
we started.













Walking alongside the A 511 isn’t a bundle
of laughs, but there is at least a footway of sorts. Back towards Bardon for 200 yds or so, our footpath leaves to the right, almost opposite Forest House. With all the leaf growth this year it is not
exactly obvious. Once we find it, it’s
overgrown in places, but clearly marked – those lovely Leicestershire yellow
posts.





moat and bridge reflections











On as far as Brook farm, where we walk past
the regimentedly reverse parked cars, and then the moated Old Hall and turn left to walk close behind the house.





Love Leicestershire footpaths.




Our
path goes north east, and we turn left along the Ivanhoe Way when we meet it in
less than half a mile. We’ve been
climbing gently from the farm, and continue to do so towards Bardon Hill
Wood.





Chicken of the woods, I'm told, but
I'm not brave enough to try it








We cross a quarry road and now
climb more steeply through rocky scrub, up to the radio mast near the
summit. But where is the top?



View - avoiding the large industrial estate to our right.


We don’t find the trig point, in spite of
using a magic machine to show our altitude – we must be almost at the summit –
I don’t realize until later that there is a trig point and rocks. I’ll have to go back another time. Will Barry and Gordon accompany me??



Barry checks out the accommodation


The way down is simple – follow the road
behind the mast until we meet the quarry road,
then turn just after Kelhams Farm – there’s a diverted path clearly
marked which more or less follows the power lines. The OS map has a path marked going further to
the left, but this has been discontinued. No matter, we arrive at the road at Upper
Greenhill Farm by a slightly roundabout route.




We cross over and take the bridle way past
Charley Mill farm. Just before entering
Burrow Wood is a nature reserve with a bench – do we want to have a break? You betcha.







Well-earned break

We walk through Burrow Wood, and then take the right hand path when it forks off. This joins a small road to go past Woodleys, Charley Hall and Rock Farm. At the T-junction we turn right and go under the M1. We follow the road for almost a mile
alongside woodland, and over the crossroads at Bawdon Lodge – this was
surprisingly busy!




A little further along and at a house marked on the map as
Bawdon Cottage Farm, and on the house as Charley Chapel, a footpath goes off to the left. This leads down a little way then we begin our long gentle climb to Beacon Hill. We meet the road from Shepshed - and turn right. What a delight!





Lovely quiet road!

The road is closed to traffic for resurfacing - this is much better for us!





After a couple of hundred yards we turn left along an avenue of trees planted in memory of one of the early members of the Leicestershire Footpath Association.





The path climbs very gently - and about halfway along is a platform with a view.






We admire it briefly, then continue to the end of the avenue where we turn right. The approach to Beacon Hill from this side is impressively craggy.













None of the climbing is too severe and we are soon close to the summit.




The Old Man of the Beacon.

There's an info board about the formation of these hills - volcanic activity from around 600 million years ago and folding about 400 million years ago, then erosion.




Bardon Hill on the skyline














You got something good to eat??

After bagging the summit, we have another snack break. Is it all downhill from here?

We go down past the toilet block in the car park, then follow the path past the charcoal burner to the cross roads.



Easy walking again - no traffic today. Is this what royalty feel like? The road straight on is clear and quiet, and we turn off along the drive towards Black Hill Farm. A quick wave at the security camera, as we take the proper footpath along the drive a bit, then to the right towards Ulverscroft Lodge Farm.

We have a little difficulty finding the correct footpath here, as the signs disagree with the map. When we eventually find it we discover that it has been diverted - a sign at the start of the diversion would have been mighty helpful.

We carry on over the footbridge then up through woodland and alongside Poultney Wood, climbing steadily up to Copt Oak. It's only later that I discover this is the highest point of the M1, and a famously excellent spot for Radio Leicester's transmission mast. Almost as high as Beacon Hill. Perhaps we can count this as our third peak?







The church is an attractive building, and there are a few gravestones made of the local stone.

After this we walk through part of the village, past the former Youth Hostel, and the Copt Oak pub, then turn left and walk along a busier road over the motorway. After a short distance our path is to the right - almost hidden by vegetation again, but clearly signposted afterwards. We meet the tarmac road to some houses, and take this rather than the overgrown path, but have to negotiate a barrier to return to this when the roadway finishes. After a couple of fields a path goes off to our right and we follow it to Brook Farm and Old Hall Farm - with the moat.



Now it's just a case of retracing this morning's route for three quarters of a mile, and we're back at the car.













Beautiful Bandon



Bandon, Oregon is sort of one of those "storybook" coastal towns that you picture in your imagination when you daydream of the coast. It has a very quaint "old town" area with shops that are loaded with character and individuality. Its a great place to just go for a stroll and window shop.



For most people, though, the beaches are the main attraction. Bandon easily has some of the best beaches along the entire Oregon coast. Soaring sea stacks, swirling foam, soft sand and huge piles of driftwood all conspire to make a walk along the beach an unforgettable experience.



I shot two sunsets along the beaches at Bandon and on the first evening I got pretty wet. Right after the sun went down some rain squalls quickly moved in (see image above) and got me good and wet before I was able to make it back to the car. Even though I was wearing my rain jacket, I didn't have any rain pants so my pants got soaked.



The second evening was free from rain, and I was treated to some wonderful light as the sun retreated over the horizon.



Thursday, August 23, 2012

Mushroom Rock State Park

Sunday, May 8th - - I passed Mushroom Rock State Park on my way to Kanopolis yesterday and decided to stop on my way out to the main highway.





The park is small, only about five acres, and contains some unusual rock formations, accessed by short trails. This brochure, published by Kansas State Parks describes the formations in detail.





The main attractions of the park.







Erosion will one day weaken the base and the upper rock will come tumbling down.



Graffiti engraved on the lower, softer portion covers the entire base of the rock.



This formation is on the other side of the gravel road that runs through the park.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Gunflint Trail Moose



Taken today just past the Seagull Guard Station near the end of the Gunflint Trail. Came around the corner and there was this Moose, standing right in the middle of the road. I pulled over to the side of the road, turned off the truck, and proceeded to watch this Moose for several minutes as it hung out on the road, keeping an eye on me and every now and then bending down to lick salt off the road. This was a nice bonus to an already terrific day!

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Last day in the Smokies

Our last day in the Smokies and we encounter a traffic sign we had never seen before - I guess this confirms that sometimes we are going around in circles!

The Foliage is spectacular - rivalling New England's - there are more species of trees in the Smoky Mountains than there are in all of Europe



Babbling brooks, streams and rivers are everywhere

Cades Cove Loop is a scenic drive in the Northwest part of the Park with some of the historic buildings remaining. We had hoped to see Bear but missed a mother bear and 3 cubs that had passed by an hour before us.





Some hikes you just can't do in a day!

The center of the Park is where the border is between North Carolina and Tennessee

Unfortunately, an ash borer is dessimating the Ash trees in the Park

We will continue on to Nashville to visit with Gary's Aunt and Uncle where an inverter we won on Ebay will be shipped. Soon we will be able to raise and lower the bed and make coffee without the Generator!


Thursday, August 16, 2012

Step up and beyond


A late walk out on the Way after a lovely weekend just pottering around in the garden. Iam usually an early bird returning home with a photographic bonanza with a collection of critters, creatures and flaura with a big grin from ear to ear but Iam still happy with this photo of the A frame steps and clouds up and beyond.........

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Joslin Family :: 1820 Ohio Census

As we learned in this July 1969 letter from Irwin Joslin to my Grandmother, he found only one 'Joslin' family enumerated in the 1820 census in Delaware County, Ohio and that was Jonas.

Just to be sure, I recently searched the 1820 Ohio census index at ancestry.com for "Josl*" and got nine results:
  • Ezekiel Joslen is in Tate, Clermont County
  • Mary Joslen in Franklin, Clermont County
  • Phebe Joslen in Franklin, Clermont County
  • Amasa Joslin in Kirtland, Geauga County
  • J J Joslin is in Deerfield, Warren County
  • Jonas Joslin in Liberty, Delaware County
  • Reuben Joslin in Mesopotamia, Trumbull County
  • Wm Joslin in Deerfield, Morgan County
  • J Joslin in Washington, Warren County
And, searching for "Joc*" found a "Luther F B Joclin" in Cincinnati, Hamilton County.

Viewing each of the pages for Liberty and Orange townships in Delaware County confirmed that Jonas Joslin was the only 'Joslin' family enumerated in those townships. Actually, I have viewed the entire Delaware County census on microfilm, looking for other families, and there is indeed only one 'Joslin' family in the county.

The Jonas Joslin household was enumerated in Liberty Township. Jonas is the second name on page 95a. A family history published by Jean Oldham Heuman in 1998/9 states that "there were two sons and five daughters" in the Jonas Joslin family but names are known only for the two sons and two of the daughters: James, Jonas Jr., Elizabeth, and Fanny. I suspect that Mrs. Heuman may have based the number of children in the family on the 1820 census. There are potentially three additional females (one aged 10-15 and two 16-25 in 1820) in the family whose names are unknown.


Based upon what is currently known about the family, the 1820 census enumeration may have included the following:
  • males under 10 = 0
  • males 10 thru 15 = 1 [born 1804-1810...Jonas Jr., 17, born in 1807]
  • males 16 thru 18 = 0
  • males 18 thru 26 = 1 [born 1794-1804...James, 24, born about 1796]
  • males 26 thru 44 = 0
  • males 45 and over = 1 [born before 1775...Jonas Sr., 51, born in 1769]
  • females under 10 = 0
  • females 10 thru 15 = 2 [born 1805-1810...Fanny, about 10, born about 1810; and one other, name unknown]
  • females 16 thru 25 = 3 [born 1794-1804...Elizabeth, 18, born in 1802; and 2 others, names unknown]
  • females 26 thru 44 = 0
  • females 45 and over = 1 [born before 1775...Ruth, wife of Jonas Sr., about 49, born about 1771]
  • Foreigners not naturalized = 0
  • Number of persons engaged in agriculture = 1

Monday, August 13, 2012

To Match, or Not to Match

Blurry Grass Walk

"So are you, like, allergic to matching kit?"

"Hm?"

"Well it's just that I know you own shorts andjerseys from the same manufacturers. But you never wear them together."




Caught off guard by being thus scrutinised, I quickly take stock of what I've got on. Between the shorts, jersey, jacket and various warmers I count 5 different brands. Okay, the man's got a point. But hey, at least it's all vaguely the same colour. And what does it matter anyway?




I confess that my choice of what cycling clothes to don on a road ride is largely determined by what's clean. I ride a lot and don't have time to constantly be doing laundry. And since shorts and jerseys have different "can keep wearing it without washing" cycles, it just so happens that the clean jersey/short combo appropriate for that day's weather often won't match.




But while I don't intentionally go for the mismatched look, upon giving it some thought I realise that I am comfortable with it. More comfortable than with the slicker, more polished matching look. Because on the bike I am neither slick nor polished, it seems somehow appropriate - even "correct," if you will - that my style of dress reflect that.




One day early this summer I was out riding and passed a couple of cyclists on a gentle descent. They were skinny boys on nice bikes, who must have been lost in conversation and taking it easy. On the next uphill they caught up to me and we got to chatting. One of them looked over my shorts and jersey. Trying to make out the writing (it was my club's name - Ride Studio Cafe), he said with a straight face: "So who is that you ride for?" For, not with. I thought he was mocking me and turned beet red (Come on, how the hell could I ride "for" anyone, spinning uphill at 10mph?). I am still not sure whether he was joking or not, but in a roundabout way that illustrates why I shy away from wearing the matchy stuff - especially with my club's name on it.




There is all this talk among roadies about "looking pro." It is said ironically, but nonetheless meant seriously. It covers lots of things, including clothing - which, according to the rules, ought to match. In that vein, I guess I am quite happy to leave looking pro to the pros - while myself mismatching my cycling clothes with abandon.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Albuquerque

This was my best photo actually looking down at Albuquerque, NM from Sandia Crest. It was hazey this day, on better days you can actually make out buildings and streets in Albuquerque, and with field glasses you can see my house way, way west, almost 100 miles west of the mountains.