A Castle In Connecticut- A Last Minute Adventure

the Stones in this castle
Gillette Caste, Connecticut
The bells and whistles
Empty chairs at empty tables
Gillette Caste, amid the green
Gillette Castle, CT
Gillete Castle details

Gillette Caste, CT
Gillette Caste State Park

Architectural details in CT
Gillette Castle State Park
Connecticut landscape
Kat is lovely
Sherlock Holmes, William Gillette
Miss Fables and Coffee
Sally, our trusty sidekick

( Following the really late posting i’ve been doing about the adventures me and my good friend Kat had back at the end of May. Being a Norwegian goddess, it was her first time here in the USA and we decided to take an epic 10 day trip all over the east coast to make the most of it. We started our time in New York City after which we took a bus to Boston where we rented a car that was utterly disproportionate to our needs and proceeded to take a 5 day roadtrip around the states. We drove it into the foggy wildlands of Maine, tumbled it up in the mountains of New Hampshire, revved it down the highways of Vermont, got bogged down in the insanity of Connecticut traffic, splashed along the shores of Rhode Island, before aiming it back to Boston for our last 2 days. )

After leaving the fantastic Dinosaur State Park me and Kat were headed east towards Newport-Rhode Island, our next destination. We didn’t have much else planned for our time in Connecticut, as we were both more than ready to just get out of the state and never come back. Nothing against Connecticut really, we just kept coming up against the… not so great parts of it. The hotel we had booked a room at in Hartford had lovely ladies of the night wandering around the parking lot (hookers, i’m trying to say there were hookers there), and we saw more cops in the 10 minutes we spent debating if we could actually stay here without having our car broken into than we had in the entirety of the trip. We lost our deposit, spent an hour getting lost and turned around in the suburban areas surrounding Hartford because our GPS had a mild freakout, battled the kind of traffic that makes people convert to riding bicycles forevermore and finally ended up in New Haven for our first night in the state. New Haven itself was….interesting. The only thing I can say about the morning we spent here is, Yale University seems to have a very beautiful population of students, the number of homeless people in the city seems rather higher than you would have expected, and parking wasn’t as bad as we thought it would be.

So there we were, driving down the highway in the middle of our escape from the realm of Connecticut, laughing over something or other and listening to Black Sabbath (or was it T-Pain?) when I noticed that if we took a SLIGHT detour, we could perhaps stumble upon just one last thing to make our time in Connecticut a bit more memorable. So I remember I looked over at her and said something like, “Want to see a castle?” and Kat being the fantastic human being that she is said, “What?Yeah, ok!” and so we redid our route in the GPS, stopped off at a gas station for more coffee and made our way to
Gillette Castle State Park.

It took us a bit to make our way to the actual location, and once we got there we saw that the actual castle itself was closed for the season (because of course it was), but if we wanted to explore the surrounding grounds, we could do that. And so we did. Only a couple of other people were wandering around, and while there was a whole mess of wasps dive bombing people around the southeast corner of the castle, we ran around exploring every inch that was available to us. It was lovely there, in so many way, and looking out from the overlook towards the horizon spread out in front of us, me and Kat agreed that while 60% of our experience in the state of Connecticut was an experience in patience, it was still very much worth a visit. We might possibly never come back, but walking back towards our car in the deserted parking lot, we were smiling and full of beauty. The drive to Rhode Island after that didn’t seem like so much as escape as a continuation.


Wandering the Bedrock in Converse- New Hampshire Adventures

River Exploring in New Hampshire

These photos are from me and my good friend Kats 2 week adventure back at the end of May. We started with 3 days in NYC after which we took a bus up to Boston where we rented a bitchin’ Mustang we nicknamed Sally for a 5 days roadtrip.  We ended up exploring in Maine , and while I still have a couple of photos to edit and post from the Maine part of the journey, I  wanted to go through these first, just to remember…

The Lovely Kat in New Hampshire The Sky Here above the trees, New Hampshire New Hampshire river photography New Hampshire river and Kat Lets go to New Hampshire, White Mountains Kat in the rivers of New Hampshire New Hampshire rivers New Hampshire riverbed Exploring with Kat in New Hampshires rivers Exploring in New Hampshires rivers

Good times. Just, really good times.

I love big city architecture, museums bustling with exhibits, greasy spoon diners, small towns with tiny coffee shops, and rolling down the highways with classic rock blasting. You know, the usual things you would expect a traveler to like. But laying down on cool rocks after a long day of driving, not a single person around except for the person laughing on the rocks next to you, it’s going down as something I want to experience again and again.


Brooklyn Bridge, I Obsess Over You- Manhattan, NY

So, I like bridges.
The monumental ones that are bigger than life, conquer all fears, and blaze in the most wanderlust filled of dreams. The small ones that barely count as more than a stepping stone from one side to the other and yet fill a visual need that barely existed before. I like their structures, their purpose, the hard won expansion and bulky modesty. From the immense thrill of driving across one as the sun sets, windows rolled all the way down and music blasting,to the quiet wonder of walking beneath one, breeze rolling off the water and uplifting my spirit towards the highest points of construction.

Bridges are freakin’ brilliant is what i’m saying.
And my most favorite of them probably comes as no surprise. Completed in 1833, at the time the longest suspension bridge, it’s neo-Gothic beauty hasn’t faded even a bit. So after taking a gander at the SS Peking and passing by a weirdly subdued South Street Seaport, me and Kat followed behind joggers and bicyclist on the East River Bikeway to get a pretty fantastic view of the Brooklyn Bridge. And while I think Kat wasn’t too enthused about having me drag her half across Manhattan just to view a bridge, I fully maintain that you haven’t truly seen Manhattan till you’ve been both slightly harassed by a weird dude on the subway AND seen the Brooklyn Bridge up close and personal. The weird dude on the subway came later btw.
But that’s a story for another post.

Battery Park Views, Financial District Architecture- South Manhattan, NYC

I’m not sure why this was our next stop after the wanderings in Central Park, although maybe it’s because I always love walking around the financial districts of almost every city I visit ( Boston and San Francisco in particular) and admiring the architecture that at most points outright demands your attention, though usually in classy ways. I was also on a mission to make sure that Kat saw at least 75% of all the touristy, most talked about, most visited things in NYC, and while we had already decided we weren’t going to get on a ferry to see the Statue of Liberty in all her green glory, I still wanted Kat to catch at least some glimpse of her. So, we got on the R train, stepped off at Rector street and headed ever more south, towards Battery Park.  And though the most impressive sights of the day came later, staring up from underneath the Brooklyn Bridge, these were pretty swell too. Also, say what you will about Wall St., those men sure know how to dress, even the skaters popping ollies were sharply dressed.


Exploring In New Hampshires Forests

Exploring In New Hampshires Forests

The best photo so far from this past trip through the East Coast of the USA with my friend Kat. Am home now and it’s weird readjusting to the idea of staying in 1 place for longer than a few days before packing everything up for the next whirlwind adventure. Getting back into the groove of a familiar bed, coffee without diner food, and the general day to day going ons. Happy to be back in one piece, but missing the road already.