A two-sheet curling club

I know about curling, of course. It’s that funny Olympic sport where grown men slide an object with a handle on it down the ice and other grown men run in front of it with brooms, sweeping like crazy.

But I never knew what a ‘sheet’ was, or a ‘bonspiel’ or ‘hatspiel’ or a ‘glowspiel.’ All my new knowledge started with a chance drive along Main Street in Petersham, MA, that took me past the Petersham Curling Club, founded in 1960.

The club’s website defines it as a two-sheet curling club. This does not mean that the players are two-thirds of the way to three sheets to the wind at the end of the evening, however, as the emphasis on socializing at the club might lead one to believe.

Instead it means there are two playing surfaces, so two games can be played at the same time.

Talk of socializing leads me to the ‘spiels.’ Previous years at the Petersham club have included bonspiels, hatspiels and glowspiels. I was hard put to figure out the difference, and for the connoisseur I am sure they are obvious, but from what I could tell they all involved curling, food and drink and varying numbers of people and teams.

Poking further around the internet turned up cashspiel, funspiel and parishspiel as other curling terms. The word spiel, in the context of curling, according to one source, is a Scots word meaning competition or tournament.  I guess whatever prefix one uses depends on the degree of socializing that goes on and other factors.

Some other interesting bits:

The stones are made of polished granite quarried only on Ailsa Craig, an island off the coast of Scotland.

The founders of the Petersham Curling Club “were for the most part, employees of the Union Twist Drill Company (UTD) in Athol, MA. The President of the UTD, Stanley L. Holland, was brought in to run the Athol UTD operations from a Butterfield plant in Rock Island Quebec. As a curler, Stan was determined to start a club near the UTD plant in Athol.” (Not unlike the British tabloid folks introducing cricket to the American tabloid folks decades ago in South Florida I guess.)

And, again from the Petersham site: Most games are about 2 hours. In addition, you should arrive about 10 minutes before your game, and be prepared to stay and socialize after the game. For many, this is the best part of curling!

Aren’t you glad I drove past this sign?

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Ouch!

Encountered an idiot today who doesn’t understand the concept of making sure the vehicle ahead of you is moving before stomping on the gas when the light turns green. He hit the rear of the canoe and it moved forward on the trailer and into the rear door of my car. Canoe is unhurt, I’ll need a new rear door and he’ll need a new headlight and some bondo in the hole that the canoe left in his bodywork. Guess if I am ever paddling and get into a collision with a Honda or a Lincoln we know who’ll come out on top.

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An almost empty tank means it’s time to go paddling in Massachusetts

Unsettled weather the past week cancelled out two of the paddles I wanted to do, so when the sun came out I was eager to get going. I did short stretches of both the Pachaug and the Chicopee rivers, the former in Griswold, CT, and the latter in Wilbraham, MA. Because gas is cheaper in Massachusetts than in Connecticut (by nearly 20 cents a gallon!) I try to plan something up there about the time the tank’s getting empty. All I need is enough for the 20 to 30 miles it takes me to get across the state line.

Some photos, the first is by Douglas Sokol, the others are mine:ronchicopee2.jpegcIMG_4708cIMG_4705cIMG_4637c IMG_4720c IMG_0759c IMG_0756c IMG_0750c IMG_0745c IMG_0714c

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War Office

IMG_4626cApproaching Lebanon, CT, on Route 87 the other day I encountered this sign:

OK, I guess maybe in these times if you live in a ­­­­­­­town called Lebanon, you’d want to be prepared. Especially if you’re just down the road from a place called Bozrah:IMG_4652

IMG_4656cBut it wasn’t as alarming as it seemed.  The ‘War Office’ went back to revolutionary times, as further signs and an actual building on the town green revealed:IMG_4627cIMG_4634c

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Finally, a place for the bills

In addition to the standard ‘airmail’ mailbox still seen occasionally in rural areas, this residence along Bebbington Road in Eastford, CT, featured just the right spot for the ‘bills.’IMG_4535c

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July 4, Contoocook style

The rain gods must smile on small town festivities. Monsoon rains most of the night and early this morning stopped almost completely for about an hour and a half today for the Fourth of July parade in Contoocook, NH, complete with the kids’ portion. In inset photo are Sue Haines, Jennifer Ford, Margeaux and Simone.

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Crazy white male seeks fellow canoe sailors

(Update:  I have closed down the MeetUp groups mentioned in this post.  If you live in the Northeast or in Florida and are interested in sailing with me, leave a note with your contact information in the comments section)

When I got my Grumman canoe in the mid-70’s I also bought a sail rig for it. With a rudder, dagger boards and 65 square feet of sail I can get some serious speed and fun out of it and there have been years that I have put more miles on it under sail than with a paddle. For a number of years in Florida I took it out almost every week. Then the sail rig went nearly unused for a decade or more.

Fast forward to last year. Two things happened.  First, I attended a canoe sailing workshop in October put on by the New Hampshire Chapter of the Appalachian Mountain Club. I took my sailing rig to it and had a blast.   And second, I discovered the power of the Meetup.com operation for finding like-minded people. Through it I have met and paddled with lots of folks in lots of interesting places in a five-state area.

The sailing bug had bitten once more and I now knew of a way to actually look for fellow sailors.

So in November I formed a Meetup Group based in Florida called Small Boat Sailing. I found a handful of folks with small sailing craft, canoes and kayaks, and had a couple of reasonably successful ‘regattas.’

(I also attracted a number of people who paddled only or who didn’t even own a boat. This despite liberal use on the site of variations on the word ‘sail,’ and a photo of an actual canoe with a sail. Go figure! Not complaining though, as it makes the membership look very robust.)

As a Meetup Group ‘organizer,’ I pay a monthly fee (membership is free) and I can run up to three groups. So when I got up to the Northeast this spring I formed another Small Boat Sailing group, this one based in Connecticut. I’ve so far attracted a half dozen folks with sailing craft, and the usual contingent of just paddlers or boatless people, so the membership’s nearing 40.

If all I end up with out of all this after a year or so is a handful of folks here and in Florida who I can call up or email and go sailing with once in a while it’ll be a resounding success.

And here’s what’s made it worthwhile already: At the first meeting in Connecticut this year some other crazy person showed up with a rig just like mine. And his name is Ron!

Here are some photos from the canoe sailing workshop last October, including one of a couple of the participants taking a spin in my boat.IMG_2598c IMG_2607ccIMG_2614ccc

And here are two shots from the first session of the Connecticut group in May, showing the two identical canoe sailboats, mine and the other Ron’s.IMG_0443cc IMG_0446cc

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Turn right on Main Street

It makes my day when I am traveling down a rural, two-lane highway and my GPS says: ‘In eighteen miles turn right on Main Street.’

What it means is that after 18 miles of pleasant driving past farm fields and forests I will enter yet another small town and turn right on yet another Main Street.

If I plan the route well and let the GPS do its magic on the ‘shortest distance’ setting, I can have a whole afternoon of such driving, including stops at promising looking junk/antique shops and other quirky places.

It’s far easier than plotting a ‘blue line’ journey on a paper map. I encountered many Main Streets on a recent jaunt through western Massachusetts. Below are a couple of them.

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The shot below, taken in New Hampshire, offers a more extreme example of what can happen when following the directions of a GPS set to ‘shortest distance.’ IMG_3960c

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Finding fellow canoeists on a woodsy paddle in the Boston suburbs

After a couple years of traveling in a plastic armada of kayaks on paddle trips with various groups in Florida and the Northeast, my vintage Grumman aluminum canoe had the pleasure of the company of five other canoes on a recent voyage down the Ipswich River with members of the Boston Chapter of the Appalachian Mountain Club. And two of the five were also old Grummans.

Just 30 miles from Boston, the Ipswich in and around the Boston suburb of Topsfield meanders through woods and swamps, surrounded by two state parks and the Ipswich River Wildlife Sanctuary.  It’s a nice ride, pleasantly narrow and twisty, with a helpful current.

The good news is that because the river has long been a source of drinking water for the many communities in its watershed, the water quality has been kept reasonably high. The bad news is that because it has long been a source of drinking water for the many communities in its watershed, it gets sucked nearly dry in portions of its 35-mile length quite often. See the Ipswich River Watershed Association website for more details about protecting the river.

The whole area is steeped in Colonial history of course, but the bit I found most interesting is that it was a hotbed of witchcraft and witch trials in the late 1600’s. The infamous Salem is now a part of nearby Danvers. And, probably unrelated, a member of the fifth generation of the Smiths of Topsfield, Joseph Smith Jr., founded the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints in the 1800’s.

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Another recycled gas station…and baby swans.

Right near the launch site during a recent paddle on the Connecticut River near Gill, Massachusetts, I found another treasured old gas station, this one recycled into Riverside Healing and Bodyworks. I couldn’t resist taking a photo to add to my collection. (Also recently added is a shot of The Glass Station in Nepaug, CT, which I happened upon a couple weeks ago.) Below are some shots from the river too, including the baby swans I promised in the headline. We were on an easily managed small and low current section of the river, so there was plenty of leisure time.

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