keep finding weird new (to me) things near home. had first heard about rt 11 ghost road a few years back, but hadn’t checked it out until recently. yesterday on a warm October day a group of 5 of us met up at Long Table Farm where our friends/shippers Bri and Ryley work and live.
ice cream and then up the side of the abandoned (never used) bridge built in 1972. its a bit steep and prickly, but nothing a few farmers can’t handle. I rather like the climb up as it stretches the calves.
the bridge to know where goes somewhere. the washed out road leads into the artificial canyon microclimate. I thought it was fun that we had 2 Weigles on this ride as we randomly ran into Arya as she was wheeling down Beaver Brook rd on a roady ride when we intercepted. of course she wanted to see the ghost canyons of nutmeg country. they are getting more dramatic by the minute.
we left our bikes at the bottom of the “canyon of lost highways/souls” and hiked up to the tops. a mini Colorado awaited. a canyon carved by a folly. glad our area is so into stopping highways from cutting through their back yards and dinosaur foot prints. thats a real thing… read it on a forum that dinosaur foot prints are among the myriad of reasons why this highway never happened.
we then parted ways to our respected pockets of the lower river valley and called it a fine day out. love this time of year. I think I say that about every time of year though.