Sunday, January 27, 2008

Lock 12: Buster's Adventurous Journey into Deepest, Darkest Cheshire

Snow flurries on a Sunday afternoon. Time for a pre-SuperBowl Male Bonding Experience with the dad! The PT Cruiser has been fitted out to set sail for Terra Incognita.


Okay, we'll ditch the silly hat!


After a fearsome journey of many leagues, we arrive at our destination.

Back in Colonial Times (when the Brits forced us to be civilized), there was a barge canal that carried the necessities of life from New Haven (on Long Island Sound) to Farmington (not far from Hartford). The canal has silted in, but the horse-path is now a greenway for bikers, rollerbladers, and Kerry Blue Terriers.


The old locks are still there, and the canal, currently frozen-over, does support a population of ducks, muskrat, geese, and wooly mammoths.


The dad told me that this was a lock...but I'm confused. Why did they have to lock it? To keep the airedales out?

Seems like a lot of this stuff happened before I was born. I'll bet this place even pre-dates Britney Spears!

C'Mon, Dad--let's get moving! There've gotta be hot chicks taking a Sunday walk. Did I ever tell you about that cute little Welsh terrier?


YeGads! You didn't tell me it was going to be DANGEROUS! Lions and tigers and swans, Oh My...


Okay, that was a bit of a let-down!


It's pretty, in a bucolic sort of way...folks must have been awfully lonely around here, though!


They have these benches to sit on, donated by the relatives of people who read William Blake. A good sign!


So far, I've met a golden retriever, a German shorthaired pointer, and a pit bull; and I've scared the living daylights out of all of 'em! I love my work!


Wonder what Dad's planning for dinner... I'd really like to try canard à l'orange, with a good Chardonnay!

Wow--those are BIG timbers for moving the old lock doors! I've heard stories they used animals for slave labor in those days!



Okay--we've walked about two miles! This frozen canal is getting old, and I'm hungry!


That's better! I'll just take a nap on the way home and dream of that roast duck!

Cheers,

Buster

7 comments:

Stanley said...

Yo, Bustoober Boy!

You had a day of male bonding and I had a Stanley & me day with my hoogirl! Every once in awhile it's nice to leave the house without the sibs. (Know what I mean?)

You look mighty fine highlighted against the natural background of Lock #12. Sorry you didn't get anything a l'range. (maybe next time).

Goober love,
GooberStan

Pacco de Mongrel said...

ur trip looks adventurous..n it looks historical too..

but no lion n tiger there...that's dissapointed....i wonder how aggressive can birds be...

Maggie & Mitch said...

What a neat adventure, Buster! Hey, we liked that hat in the first picture!
Your hooman sure knows a lot about history!

Love ya lots,
Maggie and Mitch

Persephone & Buster said...

maggie & mitch...he's been reading those signs again... i told him signs were put up for me... i sprinkle them and they grow more ...and i sprinkle them.. and more...etc etc etc...
theBUSTER

Cassidy said...

Do you be sure there be woolly mammoths Buster? Looks like a nice place for walkies, but would be better with Airedales to meet and greet!

Do you have a talking orb ball then? Me loves mine sooooo much.

Nibbles
Cassidy x

Butchy & Snickers said...

Hey Buster,
Cool walkie, we feel like we went with you! We didn't know they had signs for the swans. Do they try to peck on you with their beaks if you get near their nests?? Hope you have a fun week.
Luv & Wirey Hugs!
Butchy & Snickers

Noah the Airedale said...

G'day Sephie and Buster,
Another great walk and lesson. We love to visit your blog. It's always so interesting. What a pity you didn't get to meet any airedales on your walk....maybe next time.
How did you get on with the duck??

Hugs and tail wags
Noah Willow Tess & Lucy