Once upon a time “The Old Gristmill” was a place where you would find someone grinding cornmeal to sell to the visitors. Now-a-days when you visit Stone Mountain Park you will find this building empty, but this wheel still turns reminding us of its purpose.
And, perhaps after you have your picnic underneath the trees on the hill overlooking “The Old Gristmill,” then you will venture beyond it walking along the trail beside the lake. At the end of your walk you will discover “The Covered Bridge.”
And, then you will walk across the covered bridge to the other side where you will find yourself on Indian Island.
And, after your tour of the small island you will walk back across the bridge and follow the walking trail that will bring you back to “The Gristmill.” where your adventure started.
Written and Photographed by Mary Gilmartin, June 19, 2013
Filed under History, Walking
My trip down a walking path found me “face to face with a fuzzy little guy” hanging from an invisible string from a tree. When I picked him up and took him home with me I didn’t know I would be entering the world of entomology that day.
After checking many sources trying to identify this colorful active caterpillar, I’ve come to this conclusion that he is:“The forest tent caterpillar, Malacosoma disstria. It can be distinguished by the keyhole-shaped spots along its back. Full-grown larvae have light-blue heads speckled with black and are sparsely covered with fine, whitish hairs.” Source: University Kentucky
Now that I know the adult will just be a “Moth” with two dark brown stripes on the front wings, I took him back and left him where I found him.
Written and Photographed by Mary Gilmartin, May 31, 2013
My early morning walk this morning took me through the woods alongside the lake. I don’t have an explanation of what made the figures I kept seeing on the ground and even in the water around the trees, but I believe they are “The-Tree-People” ©.
Take a look and let me know what you think.
Evidently I was not the only one who saw them this morning. You can see him peeking through the trees in the photograph below:
Written and Photographed by Mary Gilmartin, May 21, 2013
Sunday afternoon it felt like summer with a high of 72 degrees. It was a great day to get some exercise by chasing after a six year-old riding his bicycle in my local neighborhood park. There are many acres to this community park with baseball, softball, soccer courts, playgrounds, picnic areas, pavilions, a lake and walking trails where you can never get bored.
Today I found many open spaces to explore. I chose the pavilion and lake. The dirt road on the other side of the lake made a great ramp for practicing downhill racing. After an hour of non-stop fast walking our adventure ended by finding a tree with a hole in it. “Was there anything inside it? See the last photograph and you decide.
Written and Photographed by Mary Gilmartin, December 2, 2012