I love these ideas, Deirdre; particularly the idea of a Frog Awakenings issue tied to spring peeper season. I was lucky to hear some of them singing in a marshland on a recent visit to Cape Cod.
While readers will comment on your waterfall selection, I have to say that I always love a mention of RI's pizza strips/bakery-style pizza! LOL While many out-of-staters compare it to eating a sponge with tomato sauce on it, I have very fond memories of birthdays, holidays, and family celebrations where a big box of this "treat" was eagerly devoured. :-)
If you know, you know. I've tried to explain party pizza to the non-initiated and they've looked at me like I'm insane. The lore of Little Rhody is like a bottled elixir that only a handful can appreciate.
Thank you for the MIddlebury Falls! As a graduate of the esteemed college in that little town, I always marveled at, well, the falls, but also how they were part of Otter "Creek." The less dramatic Middlebury River should by comparison be called a creek. New Englanders have always been bad at naming mountains and bodies of water. The White Mountains were once the White Hills, and lakes get called ponds. It seems almost deliberately contrary.
Doesn't it? I almost wonder if the early explorers and surveyors were so overwhelmed by the scale of what they were getting into that they ended up being too fatigued to think up proper monikers for a lot of these places. I imagine two of them warming their hands around a camp fire on a dark sleeting night as one of them mutters, "Middlebury River...? Middlebury Creek...? Middlebury Broo...ah fuck it, *Middlebury River.* Is the porridge ready yet?"
Loved this. Another theme issue could be spring ephemerals. Or frog awakenings. My two favorite spring events.
I love these ideas, Deirdre; particularly the idea of a Frog Awakenings issue tied to spring peeper season. I was lucky to hear some of them singing in a marshland on a recent visit to Cape Cod.
While readers will comment on your waterfall selection, I have to say that I always love a mention of RI's pizza strips/bakery-style pizza! LOL While many out-of-staters compare it to eating a sponge with tomato sauce on it, I have very fond memories of birthdays, holidays, and family celebrations where a big box of this "treat" was eagerly devoured. :-)
If you know, you know. I've tried to explain party pizza to the non-initiated and they've looked at me like I'm insane. The lore of Little Rhody is like a bottled elixir that only a handful can appreciate.
Thank you for the MIddlebury Falls! As a graduate of the esteemed college in that little town, I always marveled at, well, the falls, but also how they were part of Otter "Creek." The less dramatic Middlebury River should by comparison be called a creek. New Englanders have always been bad at naming mountains and bodies of water. The White Mountains were once the White Hills, and lakes get called ponds. It seems almost deliberately contrary.
Doesn't it? I almost wonder if the early explorers and surveyors were so overwhelmed by the scale of what they were getting into that they ended up being too fatigued to think up proper monikers for a lot of these places. I imagine two of them warming their hands around a camp fire on a dark sleeting night as one of them mutters, "Middlebury River...? Middlebury Creek...? Middlebury Broo...ah fuck it, *Middlebury River.* Is the porridge ready yet?"