Yesterday's Adventure

I have children today. I wonder what kind of adventures we will find?

Yesterday I went for a walk with my sister. Rather than walk the neighborhood or around North Ponds Park, we checked out Vosburg Hollow and walked part of the old Hojack Trail.

When I was a child trains still traversed the rails in Webster, NY. The line ran from Wayne County to the east, through the little village of Webster, and on down toward Lake Ontario where it crossed the Irondequoit Bay outlet and continued on toward Rochester. Aside from some old railroad ties down by Lake Road there is little to tell you that trains once travelled through on a daily basis.

We parked the car at Vosburg Hollow, walked down some steps, and checked out the pool at the mouth of a tunnel under the railroad bed. Graffiti artists have left their mark on the old concrete walls adding a bit of interest to that which would otherwise be just cold and drab. (Thinking positive here.)

My sister was kind enough to snap my picture when I squeezed around the abutment. Perhaps she was hoping for some comic relief should I chance to take a sudden dip in the stream, but I was lucky enough to hold my footing this time and kept my upright status.

After checking out the pool and tunnel, we headed north on the trail through the woods toward Lake Ontario. Walking through the woods always takes me back to the days of being a little girl and playing in that strip of woods between our neighborhood and the local school. It wasn't big enough or deep enough for hunters, and since children were then allowed to play out of parents' sight (and hair), it was often full of boys and girls. The woods always looks like a great playground to me.

We walked north as far as the bridge over Lake Road where a sign informed us we had come to the end of the trail. The railroad had continued on through what is now backyards and along the lake shore toward Rochester, but we had to turn around and head back the other direction. I was just a tad disappointed as I'd hoped to actually reach the lake, but now I know where the trail leads, and probably why when we were teens, my friends and I never headed down to the lake on those motorcycles we used to ride along the old railroad tracks.