Hikes with Bathrooms and a Word About Hunting

Posted By on December 20, 2014

Hikes with Bathrooms and a Word About Hunting

5.33 miles; west greenwich, ri
this morning i planned on hiking the wickaboxet wildlife management area from the tillinghast pond trailhead on plain road, which would have made this hike a 6-1/2 miler, but when i got there, i was unable to even park my car because the rather large lot was full of flatbed trailers, dump trucks, and excavators. they were installing…

bathroom!

bathroom!

a bathroom! very cool. this looks like a big old clivus toilet,  which is a composting toilet. i’m not positive it’s a clivus, but that’s my guess. so as a result, i was unable to park here and start my hike on the flintlock trail. instead, i turned around and headed to the next nearest trailhead, the hell’s gate trailhead on plain meetinghouse road around the corner. it made my hike a little over a mile shorter, but that was okay. it was still a very good outing.

i did meet several hunters on my hike, and i always make it a point to engage in conversation and make sure i’m not getting in anyone’s way or spoiling their hunt. i’m not opposed to hunting, and i actually happen to think hunters and hikers make natural allies. we may not use these open space areas in the same way, but i’m willing to bet we feel the same way about them. the only hunters i’m afraid of sharing the woods with are the weekend yahoos who decide having some beers for breakfast and then going into the woods to shoot stuff is a good idea. which is why i stay away from hunting areas on weekends in rhode island, and on saturdays in connecticut and massachusetts. i figure that people who have either taken time off from work or are retired and hunt on weekdays are just more serious and sober about the whole enterprise. at least, that’s my hope.

old well

old well

i did notice a few things this trip that i missed on earlier visits, including this old well just off the woods road that goes by rattlesnake ledges. it didn’t appear to be very deep, but there was water in it.

underwears?

underwears?

and i, er, don’t really think i want to know the reason there were a pair of large “tighty-whities” on the trail. i just don’t. perhaps that bathroom comes a bit too late for this fellow?

you can find wickaboxet in the hikefinder.

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