[NatureNS] View of Blomidon and North Mountain (was : east point of Long

Date: Fri, 01 Sep 2006 18:29:12 -0300
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Hi there,

         Jean Timpa's recent post about her day at Grand Pre, and her 
comments about the view of Blomidon, reminded me of a passage I had 
recently read from Henry David Thoreau's Journal (27 July 1852) in which he 
writes of another mountain range, in Massachusetts :

         "I would like to ask the assessors what is the value of that blue 
mountain range in the northwest horizon to Concord, and see if they would 
laugh or seriously set about calculating it. How poor, comparatively, 
should we be without it! It would be descending to the scale of the 
merchant to say it is worth its weight in gold. The privilege of beholding 
it, as an ornament, a suggestion, a provocation, a heaven on earth. If I 
were one of the fathers of the town I would not sell this right which we 
now enjoy for all the merely material wealth and prosperity conceivable. If 
need were, we would rather all go down together."

         Jean's comments, and this quotation, bring to mind the recent 
concerns about extracting basalt from the North Mountain range, beginning 
at its Digby County end.

         Cheers,

         Patricia L. Chalmers
         Halifax



At 10:48 AM 31/08/2006 -0300, Jean Timpa wrote:
>         Yesterday afternoon my eldest son, Sean, and girlfriend, Amy, and 
> I spent several
>delightful hours just sitting on the beach at the east end of Long Island, 
>soaking up the
>lovely late summer sun and scenery, and watching the antics of the 
>fishermen and the
>shorebirds.
>         ...
>         Then there was that unspeakably lovely view of Blomidon, surely 
> one of the very
>finest in Canada. Thunderheads were constantly forming and reforming, and 
>paler gray fog
>had obviously invaded Scot's Bay for weather entertainment. At one point 
>we were pretty
>sure the Parrsboro Shore/Amherst area was receiving a thundershower. Very 
>faint rumbling
>could be heard, making us realize how far the distances really are across 
>that stretch of
>water. 
>JET 
>

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Hi there,<br><br>
<x-tab>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</x-tab>Jean
Timpa's recent post about her day at Grand Pre, and her comments about
the view of Blomidon, reminded me of a passage I had recently read from
Henry David Thoreau's Journal (27 July 1852) in which he writes of
another mountain range, in Massachusetts :<br><br>
<font face=3D"Arial, Helvetica" size=3D2><x-tab>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbs=
p;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</x-tab></font>&quot;I
would like to ask the assessors what is the value of that blue mountain
range in the northwest horizon to Concord, and see if they would laugh or
seriously set about calculating it. How poor, comparatively, should we be
without it! It would be descending to the scale of the merchant to say it
is worth its weight in gold. The privilege of beholding it, as an
ornament, a suggestion, a provocation, a heaven on earth. If I were one
of the fathers of the town I would not sell this right which we now enjoy
for all the merely material wealth and prosperity conceivable. If need
were, we would rather all go down together.&quot;<br><br>
<font face=3D"Arial, Helvetica" size=3D2><x-tab>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbs=
p;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</x-tab></font>Jean's
comments, and this quotation, bring to mind the recent concerns about
extracting basalt from the North Mountain range, beginning at its Digby
County end.<br><br>
<x-tab>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</x-tab>Cheers,<br><b=
r>
<x-tab>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</x-tab>Patricia
L. Chalmers<br>
<x-tab>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</x-tab>Halifax<br><b=
r>
<br><br>
At 10:48 AM 31/08/2006 -0300, Jean Timpa wrote:<br>
<blockquote type=3Dcite class=3Dcite cite><x-tab>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nb=
sp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</x-tab>Yesterday
afternoon my eldest son, Sean, and girlfriend, Amy, and I spent several
<br>
delightful hours just sitting on the beach at the east end of Long
Island, soaking up the <br>
lovely late summer sun and scenery, and watching the antics of the
fishermen and the <br>
shorebirds. <br>
<x-tab>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</x-tab>...<br>
<x-tab>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</x-tab>Then there
was that unspeakably lovely view of Blomidon, surely one of the very
<br>
finest in Canada. Thunderheads were constantly forming and reforming, and
paler gray fog <br>
had obviously invaded Scot's Bay for weather entertainment. At one point
we were pretty <br>
sure the Parrsboro Shore/Amherst area was receiving a thundershower. Very
faint rumbling <br>
could be heard, making us realize how far the distances really are across
that stretch of <br>
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