What exactly is a cobble? God if I know. I tried Googling it before I wrote this blog post and the dictionary only relates this to either a cobbler or a cobblestone. Perhaps this place is named after it’s stones? I have no idea. Anyway, welcome to Bartholomew’s Cobble!
I bet you didn’t think I’d be checking anything off my bucket list during covid. To be honest, I didn’t think I would either. Here’s the low down. Dave and I were meant to travel to Maine for our anniversary, which was in early June. We were gutted when we had to cancel our trip. I was so sad about the whole situation and I wanted to do something special regardless. Some sort of adventure. So, I went through my bucket list and tried to find something that would be both open and commutable for a day trip. Turns out this little slice of heaven in Massachusetts ticked all the boxes! We decided to pack a picnic and spend an afternoon at Bartholomew’s Cobble.
In all my travels, a moment has to be very special to really be remembered vividly. That’s what the entrance is to this place. The drive there is really lovely. It’s all rural countryside and just pretty. You’re driving down this road looking at rolling hills and then, abruptly and out of the blue, there’s a dense forest. There’s no sign or entrance to the cobble. It just starts and it’s like walking through the wardrobe to Narnia. The fact that there’s no real transition makes this just magical. The trees are pretty dense and the atmosphere even feels different than before the trees began. The cobble has its own microclimate.
You can drive from start to finish through the little forest in less than 10 minutes and then you’re back in the countryside again like you imagined it all. Dave and I found a grassy area outside of the forest to plop and have our picnic. A little side note: I got Dave a Yeti cooler for our anniversary and it’s turned out to be one of the best things I’ve ever bought him. It keeps everything so cold with minimal effort and it’s super sturdy, literally bear proof. He has been obsessed with this and brought it everywhere ever since.
After our picnic, we reentered the cobble forest and did some light hiking. There are a few trail options depending on the level and length. Dave and I did a short hike because I was feeling hella lazy. It was a really lovely little walk though. The forest floor is dense and so green. It was a little slice of heaven to see little mini brooks and tiny flowers blooming and moss covered logs. Just serene. Some really cool facts about this forest are a) it contains the greatest diversity of ferns in all of North America and b) it has the highest population of a bird called a bobolink. They’re super adorbs if you want to give them a Google.
The cobble is actually very large and contains more than this mini forest. You can drive through more of the agricultural preserve with supposedly lovely views of the Berkshires and Taconic Mountains. We never found the little hill though, although we didn’t put in a significant effort.
So, what’s the verdict? I have mixed feelings on if this was bucket list check worthy. On one hand, the abrupt entrance made this unlike a forest I had experienced before. Also, we saw not a soul this entire adventure. It was a great socially distanced activity. On the other hand, once you enter the forest it’s similar to many others that are frankly easier to get to. I mean. I can experience some of this on my own property. I’m unsure. That being said, if you happen to be in the area I would stop by and take a gander.