Sipping our morning coffee, we decided to set off down Route 7 in western Connecticut to see where the road leads us.
We cruised alongside sweeping meadows lined with rustic wooden fences, dotted with red barns when we saw a majestic stud farm. The horses were grazing contentedly, oblivious to the cars racing by on the highway. The outdoor cafes and the white churches lend a certain charm to the town of Kent. Historically, this town stands out as one of Connecticut's leading iron-producing towns for most of the 19th century.
Soon we reached a State Park which boasted of a waterfall. The Kent Falls State Park. Details of the park can be found here
The waterfall was not huge, no, not even close to huge, but it was cool and refreshing...and didn't fail to remind you of Nature's power and grace. Few hiking trails hugged the scenic falls which of course, provided us with our dose of exercise. Keen to take the road less traveled, we set off on an offshoot of the main trail, but it was a matter of minutes before it merged with the parent trail.
The view from the top was worth the climb. The trail was alongside a babbling brook which we crossed bravely. Yes, bravely because the pebbles were slippery from moss. But we had fun, carrying our shoes and letting the cold water caress our tired feet.
Before we hit the road, we replenished our tired selves with chocolate ice-cream cones from a cart which stood at the entrance to the Kent Falls State Park. We devoured the creamy cones standing next to a beautiful covered bridge, a New England feature like no other.
If you have time, I would suggest checking out some of the handmade ice-creams and authentic Belgian chocolate before you leave the town. The details of the local fare can be found at here On our way back, we stopped at a tall Church to click a few photographs. What made the Church striking was its quiet elegance. The day spent in Kent made me realize that sometimes, beauty is at its best when modest.
Article and photos by Esha Samajpati
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