M-M Section 15a Lake Wyola to Ruggles Pond

Right turn where? There are two strong possibilities ahead. More blazes please!!

After a great 9-hour (!) sleep at the French King Motel, my husband dropped me off at Lake Wyola and headed off to play an 18-hole round of golf. After the blazing confusion at Wyola the previous day, I read the M-M update printout and that was just as confusing. It did say that there was a loop at the state park that was also blazed white, but with larger blazes. So I knew it might be hard to find the trail. 

The tree on the right could have a blaze, as well as the tall trees across the pavement. 

From the main parking area at the state park, I headed east back toward the BBQ area where we had seen blazes, and then turned around and tried finding my way northbound. There was a right turn blaze and then nothing. There were two possible right turns ahead: A sharp right onto a big wide trail, and the park road. I first tried the wide trail, but after a bit of walking there were no blazes. So I headed back to the park road. No blazes there, either. I knew the trail headed north, so I rambled on over to the north end of the parking lot and found the trail there. Lucky. Why are there no blazes in between? There are trees. One or two blazes would make all the difference.

Heading north up a narrow road

The trail here was as easy as it was at Quabbin, fairly level and for a time on a narrow gravel road called Old Egypt Road on the map. There were a few isolated dwellings off the road but I was still surprised when a car came down the road. I don't know how two cars can pass each other.

Possibly the "Fried Chicken Mushroom"  (Lyophyllum decastes)

The trail takes a jog to the west and then a hard turn to the north, and as the trail goes right, there's a sign to the left announcing W.D. Cowls, Inc. Land Company "Respectful Visits Welcome." There was something weird about that sign, like it's a bit defensive. It wasn't until about 20 minutes later that it dawned on me that the sign probably marks the location where the old M-M had to be abandoned. I later Googled 'Cowls' and the New England Trail and discovered that in fact this was the company that killed over 20 miles of the old M-M Trail. Cindy Jones, a staunch libertarian, wears the tin foil hat there apparently, calling the status a "federal takeover" of the trail and claiming the feds would control their land. It's all completely nuts, because the  "National Scenic Trail" status is mostly just an honorific title that allows an extra box to be checked off on a grant application. That's how the status helps preserve the trail - by making it easier to get funding. No one "owns" the trail. Also, no United Nations black helicopters will be spying on hikers to report back to the One World Overlords.

Well, that's interesting.

I feel really bad for all the volunteers who worked their butts off creating and maintaining the 20+ miles of trail for decades. It's a lot of work. People spend their weekends and evenings after work clearing blowdowns, building bridges, clipping back overgrowth, painting blazes, and so forth, and they have a sense of pride in keeping that section of trail open for hikers. And then for the trail to be shut down with so little regard.  It's just very sad. 

Ninja Blazing!

Speaking of volunteers, some Ninja Blazer has been working on extremely perfect blazes further up the trail. The black line around the blaze appears to reflect the Sharpie technique, which I first encountered along the NET in Guilford, CT.  A Sharpie or some other type of marker is used to trace a 2" x 6" blaze outline, and then that's filled in with trail paint. The Sharpie fades after a bit. It's takes longer to make these perfect blazes, but they look pretty sharp and can be easier to spot.

Entering Wendell State Forest

The trail enters Wendell State Forest and then joins a wide road covered with pine needles that's called Swamp Road on my map (closed to vehicles).

Swamp Road

Swamp Road comes out at Montague Road (paved, open to traffic), and crossed to descend towards the popular Ruggles Pond area. Here there are a lot of other trails, and I explored a few of these.

Heading down to Ruggles Pond

Getting near the shore, I spotted some additional Northern New England plants for the first time on this trail: Bunchberry Dogwood and Northern Wood Sorrel. People reading this from Southern New England might think the sorrel in the photo is that stuff that grows in the lawn. It's related, but Northern Wood Sorrel has larger leaves and grows in deep forests of the north. It looks like a shamrock. I haven't seen this plant in years. Bunchberry Dogwood is a plant I associate with Acadia National Park. I've never seen either one of these plants growing in Connecticut.

Northern Wood Sorrel & a fading fern

Even though it was a weekday, there were a few groups of people hiking around Ruggles Pond. It must get really busy on a summer weekend.

Low area near Ruggles Pond

Beaver lodge at Ruggles Pond

Approaching the beach

There was a CCC camp here in the 1930s located right near the parking lot. There are vestiges of the old camp throughout the area if you know where to look, along with the stone walls and other park improvements that the camp laborers built. 

Plaque at the parking area

CCC stone work

The parking area was closed for the season, and my car was spotted a short walk to nearby at the Park Headquarters on Wendell Road.  I had expected to make an early day of it so we could go do some sight seeing, but my husband was still playing 18 holes, so I meandered on up the trail a bit further.

Shelter within sound of the babbling brook

Hiking the trail north of Ruggles Pond was like stepping into a different world. The terrain, which has been pretty level since leaving the trap rock ridges, dropped down into a rugged ravine with a babbling brook flowing through the bottom. It was gorgeous. The footing was rocky and for the first time in many miles, I had to slow down and take care not to trip and fall.

Fire pit at the shelter

Having spent a couple of long cold October nights in a tiny tent, I could see how nice it would be to have a fire pit and hang out with friends. It's dark for maybe 13 hours now.

Seen enough mushrooms yet?

The trail goes down, down, down into the rocky ravine before heading sharply up some stone steps beside what was a completely dry waterfall, then climbs gradually up out of the ravine to rejoin old gravel roads once again. A plaque commemorated a gift of land donated by Mrs. Mabel Cronquist in honor of Arthur Cronquist, who was best known for inventing a taxonomic system for organizing flowering plants.

"Time spent here refreshes my soul."

On the webpage about Cronquist's former research camp, it states that some of the land appears "lumpy" and that it's due to the 1938 hurricane, when many of the trees were uprooted, leaving holes and humps. That might explain the terrain over at Quabbin. Interesting.

That's it for today, time to head back.

Eventually the trail circles back and connects with the park road system (gravel roads closed to traffic).  I had good cell phone reception and my husband reported that he was on the "19th hole." Time to head back to the car, so I took the gravel park roads back to Ruggles Pond. It was much easier walking and I was back at the pond within half an hour. 

Beautiful.

Everyone was gone for the day it seems, and I had the beach to myself. Gorgeous!

I arrived back at the motel before my husband and walked over to the French King Bridge over the Connecticut River. The motel is right next to it. The bridge seems to be a popular attraction and people were pulling over and walking out across the bridge for photos. One guy expressed disbelief in the lack of fall color. It's true, there is a lot of green on those trees for mid-October.

Looking north towards New Hampshire. Notice the bridge's shadow.

The bridge is a big, beautiful steel arch bridge, although you really can see that from up above. I would love to be on a boat down below. It was built in 1932 and received an award for most beautiful steel bridge. I could see the shadow of the bridge arch on the river bluff, and could climb down a bit to see some of the steel from below, but the only way to really see the arch was by looking at pictures. 

In driving around the past few days, we noticed an abrupt change in the terrain at about Route 2, which is where the bridge is located. The gentle, mostly flat terrain is suddenly replaced with what feels like the foot hills to New Hampshire. The view north felt like a trail preview.

The terrain to the north looks more rugged