Vernon/Bolton, supposedly 2.6 miles
February 16, 2009
President’s Day. And guess what? We need a new mattress. Our bed is a rather excellent modern platform bed from some overpriced modern furniture store and we love it. However, the futon mattress – which is a very good futon mattress as far as futon mattresses go – is beat down. Our bodies have molded deep recesses into it and now a prominent ridgeline separates the two of us at night. Which I hate.
So what better day to buy a mattress than on President’s Day? I was actually going to listen to the all the mattress sale ads and hit some stores in the Manchester mattress store area.
Or so I told Hoang. Ha. Who wants to go mattress shopping? What does that even entail? I drove out to Manchester and instead decided to quickly hike a short loop trail around Risley Pond. The trail, part of the Shenipsit which takes hikers from East Hampton up near the Massachusetts border in Stafford, looked to be easy and quick.
Risley Park is owned by the Manchester Land and Conservation Trust, Inc. It was donated in 1983 by Gladys R. Hall and Dorothy R. Miller in memory of their father, John S. Risley. The pond is a secondary source of water for the Manchester Water Company. And it’s not even in Manchester.
That pretty much ends the interesting part of this report, for the Risley Pond Loop is rather unexciting. It’s also not 2.6 miles as all the documentation states – there’s just no way. I was in jeans and a sweatshirt with no water and only a bowl of Corn Flakes in my belly; not to mention the trail was icy and dicey over large portions of it – and I somehow completed the loop, with two short detours, in 40 minutes. I’d peg it at just under 2 miles.
Granted, it’s 30% flat, 15% climb, and 55% downhill (going counter-clockwise), but still… I wasn’t exactly running over all that ice and snow. In my jeans.
I’m not sure what to write about here. The trail starts off pleasantly with a nice graded and woodchip covered wide path down towards the lake, crosses an old log bridge and then passes wholly unremarkable terrain for a while. Then it climbs up Box Mountain:
Near the summit, the trail swings south away from the 850 foot summit – but I wanted to check it out so I bushwhacked for a couple minutes to a clearing on top. A very tall radio tower stands on the site, apparently owned by an outfit called Marcus Communications which has a very shoddy web presence.
I got back to the trail and walked down the ridge, such as it was.
I heard a kerfuffle in the woods and saw several deer running away from me. Moments later, another kerfuffle and a large dog was bounding through the woods at breakneck speed. Great. Nothing better than being eaten alive by wild dogs in Vernon – actually, I had crossed over into Bolton… even better.
I slowly walked onward with an ear to the ground, but the dog, who turned and came up the hill towards me, never seemed to notice me and disappeared. Crisis averted.
I had a nice long gradual descent ahead of me, which I would have quickly run if not for all the ice patches. Oh well, I could admire the winter woods I guess. Oh look! A stone wall. And some other stuff.
I hit flatland and soon I was back to the pond. I headed off the trail for a moment to see the dam.
After that, the trail follows closely to the shoreline and crosses many little streams feeding the pond. I’d imagine this is a miserable stretch to walk after everything thaws and a few days of rain. So I was happy to crunch along on top of the frozen mud and pools.
At one point I stopped to take a picture to show the fun I was having:
And noticed that it appears ice fishermen had been out on the pond this winter, as I could see a bunch of drilled holes.
Soon I was back at the log bridge and walking back up to the parking lot – a rather large parking lot by the way. I passed a family of 5 where the dad was unencumbered by the mom was carrying an infant in a backpack carrier. Um, good luck with that. There were several lengthy sections where I had to steady myself on the ice by holding trees. I don’t think I’d have subjected my infant to that, but they appeared to be a tough lot.
I hopped in the car and yes, went mattress shopping. Really and truly I did. (To no avail.) On the bright side, I picked up lunch for Hoang and myself and it was delicious.