NET: Day 5 Gift of Cheese

August 21, 2018

We were up without hurry and enjoyed our breakfast of Apple oatmeal, cooked gently on our butane stove. We had camped in easy reach to an old road we hoped would lead to Diamand Farm. It did! What a great thruhiker find!

It’s a family run egg and poultry farm in its second generation.

Annie, one of the dozen Diamand siblings, gave me a small block of cheese. They don’t sell cheese in the store, and that’s what I wanted! “I like cheese,” she replied to my query. “I have some at home for you.” As we enjoyed our warmed up quiche from their well-stocked refrigerator of prepared homemade foods, Annie came back with a beautiful creamy hunk of cheese. “It’s Marshetto Cheddar,” she reported. “You can have it.”

Besides Annie, we also met Diamand siblings Peter and Mary. Peter invited us to sit with him on the front porch of the farmhouse his dad had bought in 1936. Mary interrupted her loading if recycling into her car to show me a painting of the farm behind a line of 12 chicks. Each chick had the name of one of the siblings under it. “I’m the oldest girl,” she told me. “Two of the siblings have passed away, the others still live in the area.”

How different the Diamands are from my family of ten siblings who have mostly moved far away from our Ohio birthplace, except for my older brother who owns the house where my 90-year old mom lives and has his own house in the right after next door!

We were at the Diamand Farm Store just about an hour, but the visit filled my belly and my heart with a delightful trail community experience! We returned to the trail in the same easy route up an old road and resumed our trek south through the Wendell State Forest.

We came to a plaque dedicated to Dr. Arthur Cronquist, a botanist of the New York Botanical Garden. He had used the surrounding 66 acres of forest for his research camp. Now, it is one of the many privately owned properties that the trail traverses. I’m fascinated with the various partnerships that have cooperated to create this thread of greenspace!

On the southern edge of Wendell State Forest, another half mile south, we reached one of the eight designated camps in the entire 207mile length of the New England Trail. This one, the Wendell State Forest Shelter, is similar to Appalachian Trail shelters, a three-sided roofed wooden platform. It looked deep enough to keep out rain.

We ate our late morning snack of sweet potatoes as a family of three kids and a mom passed by the shelter, pointing at it with curiousity. Without a word to us, they continued north on the trail, probably to the scenic waterfalls we had just passed. Surprisingly, just a few hundred yards south of the shelter, the trail reached a parking lot, picnic area, and swimming beach! So close to the shelter!

Our afternoon walk took us through a beautiful pine forest with an easy grade following the side road called Swamp Road. We came to a sign for the COWLS Sustainable Tree Farm – Respectful visits welcome.

We were just about to enter the tree farm respectfully, when I suggested we stop there and take a lunch break. As we settled down on John’s mat, I noticed a white glazed tree off in another direction. We had been on the brink of another misdirection! Saved by lunch!

On the correct route again, we continued through another stretch of forest around the tree farm to Lake Wyola, a summer cottage haven. We decided to take a dip in our clothes, me in my sports bra and skort. The water felt good – and clean. Hot mashed potatoes felt even better after getting out chilled! On our way again, for our evening walk, we left the lake area for our next stretch, a road walk that took us to a woods road and high up a mountain on “Rockwell Hill Road” and our resting spot for the night. Ducking back into the forest out of sight of the trail, we set up our tiny tent, cooked dinner, and hung our food bag. Now, the trail feels like home!