Author Archives: Ron Haines

It’s been an atypical October for me in Connecticut.  For my final month of the season here I can usually count on at least a few warmish, bright days with fall colors to make some paddling still possible, and interesting, … Continue reading →

I spotted this Muscovy duck the other day on the Pawtuxet River in Rhode Island.  It couldn’t be the political climate that’s driving folks out of Florida, could it?  Nah, probably just the heat and hurricanes. Muscovys are lovers of … Continue reading →

I finally got a halfway decent photo of a water strider on the surface of the water the other day on the Quinebaug River at Brimfield, MA.  It was one of those pleasant paddles where I had plenty of time … Continue reading →

And I sold my GPS! It was three days well spent.  And added to the gas stations, the lakes and the museum were several hours of nice backroads meandering in New Hampshire and Vermont. It happened like this:  I had … Continue reading →

I couldn’t pass by this yard art in Shelburne, Vermont, without a second look.  A bunch of water hydrants on display.  I was a bit sad that I happened by before the owner finished up the paint job.  It would … Continue reading →

I was just moseying along on old, two-lane Route 66 east of Albuquerque, New Mexico, a few years ago and I encountered this sign. And then just past it, this one. And then they were in my rearview mirror. I … Continue reading →

There’s a good deal more to the crack in the Liberty Bell than my mind has absorbed in its 78 years on this planet.  And, as is usually the case, what prompted this foray into the facts was a recent … Continue reading →

A rainy, off-the-interstate ride through northwestern Virginia this month yielded a pair of really nice old recycled gas stations.  The first, a nice stone classic with a terrific side porch, was in Harrisonburg, VA.  It’s now the Guest Station of … Continue reading →

Hay there! Back to the many ‘World’ capitals theme that I’ve touched on before.  Here’s more evidence they should be taken with a grain of salt. I came across this sign along Highway 69 just outside tiny Big Cabin, Oklahoma, … Continue reading →

It was one of those ‘gotta go there’ moments and even though the famed Four Corners in the Southwestern US was several hundred miles out of my way, I went. It’s just what it says it is, the juncture of … Continue reading →