We were strolling through Hewitt Farm, a glorious park that accentuates the value of conserving agricultural land, rather than developing it for homes, shops or hotels. Sometimes you can’t see the sumac for the trees – in this case, maples just beginning to adopt their autumnal hue, reflected in the river’s still water. ![]() I edged away from the shrub, hoping its rash-inducing oil hadn’t penetrated my rain jacket. Maggie Jones agreed, but then added, “By the way, you’re brushing up against poison sumac.” “A wonderful haven, and so close to home,” I remarked. ![]() The rumble of traffic on nearby Route 2 in North Stonington gradually faded the other day, as we ambled farther down a wooded path along the Shunock River. A ladder tempts hikers to climb atop Tipping Rock.
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