A paved pathway ambles around Pettoranello Garden’s pond, passing scattered picnic benches and a charming amphitheater on its way. As you head North, asphalt gives way to a footpath that crosses a stream (well-suited for splashing) before heading into the wilder section of Community Park North.
Within steps, you are in the midst of a dense collection of spindly Pine and Spruce trunks, some upright, many not. The forest feels prehistoric and forgotten, excepting the footpath planks with joggers zigzagging through.
From here, tunnels through dense lower growth are interrupted every so often by trickling brooks with stepping stone bridges that lead seamlessly on to Tusculum’s meadows or the Mountain Lakes Preserve.
Those directions lead you to the main parking lot – and there is another trail head at Unitarian church here.
AS A WINE….
A Petite Sirah from Mendocino, where I once camped in the pines above the ocean with their rich, bold, peppery, campfire and Christmas tree aromas – add in black cherries and pomegranate and we’ve arrived at the happy place that I can summon at Community Park North.