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Unlocking the Magic Inside Kellam’s Bridge

Unlocking the Magic Inside Kellam’s Bridge

It was a good thing that I continued riding along River Road. It was not was not in fact closed as the sign had said. Or at least it was not impassable on the KTM. Your mileage may vary in a low-slung sports car.

Following the pink line of my GPS track, I headed southeast to a crossing of the Delaware River and back to the New York.

Sometimes things might not look so great when you’re standing on the outside looking in. Maybe they look drab, unkempt or perhaps slightly dangerous. But when you peel away the outer layer and get to the heart of what’s inside well, that’s where the magic happens. For people and bridges.

Riding on to Kellam’s Bridge looked a little sketchy, a little narrow, a little are bolts going to fall off this thing?

But, once I started going the camera picked up one of my most favorite-est photos in some time. It makes me feel like I’m speeding towards another dimension in a 70’s Sci-Fi movie of the week. I’m wearing a silver spacesuit and eating non-caloric cookies from a pill. Magically I grew to a lithe 6-feet tall and don’t have a wisp of gray hair. No, I’m 25 again and forever, hurtling across space – a perfect human.

And just a quick as it came… it was over. You’ve got to appreciate the magic while it happens.

Wikipedia says that this span is also called the Little Equinunk Bridge. No mention of any magic, though.

Riding River Road Along the Delaware

Riding River Road Along the Delaware

Where the Wallerville Road ended in Equinunk, I picked up River Road and followed it south. For a mile or two I was chugging along behind a van than was towing a trailer full of kayaks, heading somewhere to drop them in to the Delaware River. When the road came to a fork, he went left, I went right and sighed out of relief. I hate following any vehicle towing or carrying anything.

When I came to the point on the road where there was a “No Winter Maintenance” sign coupled with a “Road Closed” sign, I glanced down at my GPS. “Is this right?” I thought. The pink line kept going forward and I knew that Joe, who sent me the track I was following, had ridden it the summer before so I kept going. I figured my worst case scenario was that I would have to turn around and go back the way I came.

The road was a little bumpy, a little damp but nothing terrible. A few miles in, I came to a pile of flat rocks that was the bed of a nearly dry waterfall. As I glanced to my left at the steep drop off I was happy to not have to do some slippery moss-covered water crossing on my own. There was no cell service and clearly, not a whole lot of traffic. It would be a long walk out if to help if I needed it – assuming I survived the mosquito bloodletting.

Hey, look! The GoPro captured another shot of the Sasquatch taking pictures!

The lovely mossy waterfall. It was like something out of a fairy tale.

The road less traveled.

Falling there would be the start of a very bad day.

After donating 3 pints of blood to the bugs, saying hello and goodbye to the tiniest frog I’ve ever seen and assessing that I should be thankful that the waterfall was nearly dry, I got back on my little scooter and kept going. I still had to figure out whether the road was actually closed!

Boy, I’ll tell ya – getting the KTM was a really good choice for me. I can cover a fair amount of distance and confidently take myself down roads like River Road without worrying. Happy times.

Following the Dirt Road Along Factory Creek

Following the Dirt Road Along Factory Creek

On Saturday morning, I set off from Hancock, NY following a track on the GPS that my friend Joe had given to me. Other than being told that it was a loop of dirt roads, I was flying blind with regard to where I was going or what I would see along the way.

When you have no expectations, you can’t be let down. And I wasn’t.

GoPro snapped a picture of me taking a picture. That seems to be a common theme as I scroll through the days photos.

Sometimes I wish that I could take a photograph with my eyes. What comes out of something even like the GoPro is never what I saw. As the dirt roads wound their way through the trees, the light was filtering in through their branches. You could feel the moisture hanging on the air from the rain that had passed through earlier in the morning.

When I came around the corner on Wallerville Road, I was surprised to find a concrete retaining wall keeping the Factory Creek from eating the road. It seemed unusual for a lightly traveled place – so man-made in an otherwise natural setting. That said, it provided a compelling if hard and unforgiving contrast to the easy flowing water and the mossy layered rocks that it penned in.

I followed Wallerville road and the creek to the town of Equinunk under the green canopy feeling lucky to have been there.

GoPro Stills from a Connecticut Day Ride on the KTM

GoPro Stills from a Connecticut Day Ride on the KTM

On my last jaunt around Connecticut on the 690, I had my GoPro clicking away, snapping photos of the places that I passed though. It was a gorgeous day – blue skies, not too hot, especially on those shady backroads.

Though I probably would’ve benefitted from moving the camera mount around for a different point of view – I’m still happy with sharing the way I saw things.

Sometimes I’m a little light on the words but that’s alright. I’m just going to let the pictures do most of the talking.

So New Englandy. Red barn, green grass rolling away to forever, fieldstone wall following suit.

That red barn is just screaming for a Mail Pouch ad!

Greenery and the solitude of a little dirt road. Perfection.

The mountains were calling.

Let’s go that-a-away, shall we?

 

A Little Monday Morning Positivity

A Little Monday Morning Positivity

During my Christmas break, I was able to spend a lot of time doing whatever the hell I wanted. As you might imagine, riding motorcycles factored highly in to whatever the hell I wanted.

A few days after picking up the KTM, I took a trip down to south Jersey to ride the sandy Pine Barrens with my most excellent friend Gary.

Gary and me – summer 2014

When we stopped at the fire tower at Apple Pie Hill, there was some graffiti painted on one of the barriers that just called my name. The always looking for signs part of me immediately felt that I was supposed to see it. And maybe I was.

“The positive will outweigh the negative.”

Every. Damn. Day.

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