Gate 35 is one of the Quabbin Reservoir’s most interesting and in some ways spiritual walks. Although we saw several other hikers this past week when visiting, we still felt very much out of civilization after walking less than a mile to the Reservoir itself. Once again, we find that the water is quite low.

The beach that you see here is normally not a beach. We could almost walk around from the left fork (where the old Rabbit Railroad ran) to the right fork, old State Route 21’s descending into the water. Water this low, however, sometimes brings with it one of the inanimate world’s most expressive gestures, driftwood. It is scared along the shore, and it has moved since the last time we were able to spend some time here last year. We did see moose tracks, but somehow I don’t think the moose were involved.

The driftwood seems to want to offer up a story from its own history.

But of course, we can only guess.
Just as a reminder, my exhibition, Quabbin Memories, Boston’s Water, is continuing at the Jewish Community Center of Worcester for those interested. There will be a formal opening on Sunday, May 5 from 3 – 5 PM. Thanks.