After we got back to the parking lot at the Trailside Museum, Patricia and Penny had had their fill of hiking for the day. I was given advanced notice that this was likely going to be the case so I drove in my own car earlier that morning so I could get in a few extra more miles. A bid adieu (my favorite Wordle starting word BTW) to Patricia, Penny and the Au Pairs and made the quick drive to the Park & Ride just down the road. My plan was to zig-zag around Cosmos Path, K Path, and Moulton Path, the whole time making quick back and forth trips to cover all the tiny little dead-end tributaries. The plan was to hit the 6000 block of trail markers and then make the trek to the summit of Little Blue Hill. #6900 was right there waiting for me at the trailhead as I stepped off the parking lot. I promptly took a wrong turn and went a couple of hundred feet down the wrong trail before I checked my new favorite app, Maprika, and realized I was on the wrong trail.

Once I found the right trail with the help of another roving hiker I quickly found the trail split at #6877. As I made it down my first dead-end tributary I wondered why it came to such an abrupt end. After I got over the slight hill I saw how the trail bumped into the corner of someone’s driveway so I guess I had my answer there. The two dogs in the yard of the house at the end of the driveway did a great job of letting me know that this was their backyard, literally. I double-backed after I hit the driveway and came across #6830 and then bumped into my first missing marker of the day. #6680 was nowhere to be found so I busted out the index cards and Sharpie to whip up my own. I was shortly redeemed when I found #6670 right where it belonged and took care of another quick double-back to cover the little dead-end.

The day was getting warmer and the munchies hit so I dipped into the backpack to taste test some protein bars I picked up yesterday. I had literally had a dream where I was eating one of the old style Protein Plus Power Bars I hadn’t eaten in years. I was hoping to find something similar. I can happily report that the Quest Birthday Cake bars hit the spot. I also tried the French Vanilla Creme Powercrunch bars and I liked it but it was more cookie-like and didn’t give that solid meal-replacement level of satisfaction that the Quest did. I was disappointed yet again when I couldn’t find #6650 and so the index card and Sharpie were busted out yet again. Another double-back along a dead-end and I kept going down Cosmos Path. The sun was almost directly over head and it was having that gorgeous effect of the sun streaming down through the pines. I stopped for a bit and played around with the iPhone camera and keeping the sun just out of frame to try and get that look in a picture. It came out pretty good, but I keep wondering if I should try and revive one of our old digital cameras to carry along to grab pics where I have more control and a zoom lens. TBD on that one. Then it got weird, well weird in an OCD completionist kind of way. I found the actual #6650 trail marker but in a completely different spot then where it’s supposed to be.

Once I got over my consternation I was rewarded with #6700 and #6850 being present and accounted for and properly located. Yet another dead-end double-back at #6850 brought me across the street from the giant glass and steel office building we saw from the summit of Great Blue Hill. It was a straight shoot up the K Path right past #6800 and back to #6670. I was putting on the gas as it was getting late (and I was getting tired) so not so many pictures here except for one very cool weathered exposed stump.

I was regretting my decision to tackle Little Blue at the end of the hike as I was getting pretty beat but I pushed through and am glad I did. I had heard from the same hiker who got me on the right path at the beginning that there was a stone bench along the way to the summit and sure enough it was right there. But it was more than just a stone bench, it was memorial to Augustus Hemenway. His wife, Harriet Hemenway was one of the founders of the Massachusetts Audubon Society. I of course did not know any of this during the hike, but the internet is a great thing. I stopped to take a load off and enjoy the view. Thanks for the break Auggie!

I found #6880 without issue, but the side path that leads to the summit is not very well marked or laid out, so I busted out Maprika again to guide me along. The summit was soaked in sun and the summit rock had a tiny little tree poking right out of the middle. Happy to have finally made the peak I was relieved, but for only a brief moment, when I realized I had to loop back up and around to complete all the trails. So stopping for just a few more trail marker selfies, #6896 and #6891, and some pics of interesting tree hollows that in the parallel universe of Hyrule were perfect hiding places for Koroks; I made it back to the car exhausted but happy.

Went for my longest hike so far and covered almost 8 miles (or 7.5 depending on which app you trust). Started out at the Burma Trail Parking lot with Patricia and Wesley. No chance of getting lost on this one, straight as an arrow path from there until you bump into I-93 as it goes through Canton. Today was a great day for Intersection Markers. Not only did we find all the ones listed on the map, we found a bonus marker that is NOT on the printed map. We turned around when we hit the highway and veered West and followed the trail along the Neponset River.

The weather was very cooperative for the day. We were very thankful that there hadn’t been much rain the past few days as I expected severe amounts of muddy trails given the path goes right through a marsh, but everything was dry and easily passable. Some signs of wildlife throughout this part of the trail. Came acorss one part where it looked like a coyote shedded their entire winter coat in one spot. Saw a few ducks, heard tons of different bird songs (might have to start throwing my bird book and some binoculars in my pack), and signs of spring were everywhere. Found some seedlings taking root in a hollow of a still living tree. After following the Neponset River, we turned right at the Fowl Meadow Path and that when we came across #6009 with is NOT on the map. There was a stub of a trail that headed South from that marker on the map, but it went much farther into the woods than that. We turned around and double-backed after hitting a clearing with the remants of a shelter. When we got back to the #6005 marker, Wesley was getting tired and felt a little off, so Patricia offered to head back to the car with him and drive him home while I finished off my planned hike into the swamp and the rest of the trails in this area.

With Wesley and Patricia headed North on Burma Road, I continued on my own and quickly discovered that the Swamp Trail was aptly named. The path ran through the middle of the swamp and is mere inches above the water level and in some spots, below it. However, once I made it through, I was rewarded with some beautiful hiking paths through some pine groves. Also enjoyed a continued bounty of Intersection Markers; #6106, #6105, #6104, #6103, #6102, and #6101 were all right were they belonged and were easy to spot. Lets hear it for small victories. Came across some truly amazing sights. Saw a huge pine tree that had fallen over but took a huge chunk of it’s root structure and entangled earth with it. The creek near the toppled tree marked the end of the offical BH trail according to the map. Rather than double-back and re-trace some steps, I chose to beat a path through some unblazed woods to cut through the back of one tributary to pickup the trail at the terminus of another nearby tributary. Continued South along the Green Hill Path, veered left to the Orchard Trail, and kept going until I came to the trail head at #6101. Did a U-turn to head North with the intent of picking up the Field Path, looping it, and then re-tracing back to complete the trail and this is where things got a little weird. The path on the official BH map does NOT match up with the AllTrails paths and for good reason. After checking Maprika, and Google Maps to make sure I was in the right spot, there was absolutely no path where the BH map said their should be one. I ventured in a bit thinking I’d run into it, but that proved quite pointless as the brush soon blocked me completely. So I waded out of the underbrush, continued North and when I got to marker #6103 I did find the Northern start of the Field Path. So I followed it and sure enough, it tracked along where the All Trails map showed a path and reconnected at marker #6101. With all markers hit, I started my way back to the parking lot. Along the way I saw this amazing natural bowl in the middle of a pine grove that 8-year-old me would have loved as their own personal hideaway from the world. At one point I noticed the trail became very soft and quiet and looked down to see the whole trail was covered in ant hills, but oddly, did not see any actual ants. Also saw a huge field of thorns which was probably the savior of all local bunnies who were high-tailing it away from a hungry coyote. Finally made it back to the parking lot where my sweet wife promptly picked my tired ass up and drove me home.

With a busy Easter Weekend planned, I knew I was going to have to wake up early Saturday morning if I was going to get some hiking time in. I managed to drag my butt out of bed a little after 7am. I am not an early morning person, so for me this is quite the accomplishment. Wesley reconsidered his prior nights commitment to join me and chose to sleep in despite the enticement of a Dunkin’ run. So it was a solo hike for me today. I think this actually helped though. Without a junior hiker slowing me down, I was able to get almost 5 miles of hiking in. I was much more successful this weekend in my quest to selfie with all the trail markers. Managed to find four of them (#4220, #4223, #4234, #4235). I brought along notecards and a Sharpie and rather than accept defeat, I just DIY’d my own signage at intersections with missing tags.

The hike itself was great. I’m really enjoying exploring the new trails. The kids had always enjoyed climbing around the rocks at the Quarry, but there are a whole bunch of other interesting rock walls, piles, and stairs worth exploring South of Ricciuti Drive that we never saw before. Early in the hike I came upon a pretty steep rock wall. I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t take the time to scramble up there to check the view so of course I took the quick detour. As I neared the top I heard the whoosh of a large pair of wings taking flight and saw an eagle or hawk (not an ornithologist) flying out over the new expansive view. Soon, one eagle became two, then three, then six. After marveling at them and the view for a bit I gingerly moved on as I suspected I was near a nest and didn’t feel like getting swooped upon by the flock.

Eventually I bumped into Furnace Brook Parkway and followed the road until I could pickup the trail again near St. Moritz Ponds. Then I spent about an hour zig-zagging up and down and back and forth to make sure I covered all the marked trails. Some of these were huge road sized paths and others were barely there footpaths that I would have walked right past if they weren’t marked on the map. Ran into several floofs in this area (most off-leash, but I try not to judge). Bumped into a DCR crew clearing out some over grown brush near the Shea Memorial Rink entrance and signage. While standing there looking slightly clueless and scanning for marker #4234, one of the crew asked if I needed help. I was all set, but I politely asked if they knew if there was anyone who I could let know about the missing trail markers. He said I should reach out to Tom Bender at their headquarters near the State Troopers barracks. These trails were mostly flat and easy walking with one exception of a cross trail with a very steep incline but otherwise nothing really taxing. I had to be back home by 11am to shower and head out to a movie with family and friends so I headed North following the path along the west side of the pond. Just above a firepit area someone had made a very sweet memorial for a loved one complete with solar light to keep it lit at night. Don’t know who you are WRB, but clearly CAB loved you very much and misses you. I kept going until I hit Furnace Brook Parkway and followed it farther up to Bunker Hill Lane which dead-ended right into #4235. On the road I bumped into a wonderful man whose name I did not catch walking his dog Bella. He told me how Bella had come to him from his brother who had to move into a senior home which didn’t allow the pets so he took him on. He said he planned on walking Bella in the woods as long as he could handle the stairs. I didn’t quite know what he was talking about, but I let it go. Sure enough, a little farther up the trail is a granite staircase laid into the hill amongst the stones. Time was running short but I wanted to wrap up this section of the map so I chose to chase down what was on the map as a dead end trail that ran West from #4236 figuring I’d just double-back. The trail ran right through some wide open fields surrounded by a lot of rock walls and piles. Once I hit the end, I spied a part of the rocky hill that didn’t look too bad so it was easy enough to just cut through to the main trail that runs parallel to Ricciuti Drive. Made it back to my car while noting the now full parking lot and enjoyed the rest of my Dunks iced coffee on the way home.

So Day 1 of this adventure went pretty well. Wesley wasn’t feeling well so Patricia stayed home with him while Penny and I hit the trails. We started with a quick side trip to the Trailside Museum to pick up some trail maps. I checked in with the Ranger at the desk to see if they had any advice on how to tackle all the trails in one season. She had the great advice of focusing on the trails along the outskirts of the park early in the season because a lot of them get overgrown by the time Summer is in full swing. She specifically pointed out the Fowl Meadow area as one that gets overgrown quickly. She also let me know about the Friends of Blue Hills and their 125 Mile patch. We also checked out the new Otter enclosure and a very sleepy Otter getting some sun time. Jumped back into the car and headed to Quincy Quarry which we’ve hiked a whole bunch of times. The place was packed with climbers and a crew had even setup a tightrope walk across the quarry. We also encountered our first missing trail marker. Number 4229 was no where to be found. In fact the trails weren’t very easy to find either. I just started using All Trails to track our progress and if you click through and look at the map you can see how we did quite a bit of wandering and double backing in an attempt to hike the actual trails. Things went smoother when we crossed the road to go along some of hiking trails we’ve never been to before. We actually found trail marker 4236, but 4238 was also disappointingly missing. I think I’m gonna grab a small white board so we can make up our own marker signs when we can’t find them on the trail. Penny was happy that we relocated the remnants of the car wreckage they remembered from a hike years ago. We also ran into the My Pillow Guy / Conspiracy Theorist / Underqualified Presidential Advisor / Mike Lindell… well at least his cardboard cutout, which was kinda weird. Then Penny came across a stump throne and started striking some royalty style poses. The ruling class mentality must have gone to their head because they were getting pooped out after just over the 2 mile mark so we wrapped up the loop we were on and headed back to the car. They are gonna need to work on their stamina if they plan on keeping up with me all summer.