Just a quick post, though I’ve got some exciting stuff to share in the next few days. Spring has come to Philly, and this year I’m living just a few minutes from the Wissahickon Creek, so I have no excuse not to go out and enjoy the first of the budding trees.
I’ve written several times before about Mom Rinker and her rock. If you drive northwest along Wissahickon Avenue, crossing Lincoln Drive and Walnut Lane, you’ll soon come to a little side street on your left called Kitchen’s Lane. Turn there. At the bottom of the hill, there’s a small gravel parking lot. If you’re lucky and it’s a weekday, there should be an empty spot. Park. Go down the dirt path, and you’ll see a bridge. If you stay on that side of the creek, there’s a path on your left that leads up into the woods.
If you cross the bridge and turn left onto Forbidden Drive, it’s much easier going. Keep your eyes up, watching the ridge opposite. If you’re attentive and if there aren’t too many leaves blocking your view, you’ll see it. A statue standing tall, surveying the valley below. The pedestal on which this statue stands bears but one word, “Toleration.”
Nearby, there is a sign directing the view of those who aren’t on the lookout for this hidden little gem, along with a small bit of information, mostly concerning the statue itself. All it says about Mom Rinker is that stories differ as to whether she was a witch or a Colonial spy. I like to believe both.