Late afternoon sunshine meets a light Indian summer mist in the valley. Golden hour view from the Giant's Chest. Sleeping Giant State Park, Hamden, Connecticut. November 10, 2022, 3:50 PM.
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October 2, 1983: A side trail brought me to Big Niagara Falls (no, the other one). The falls were not enormous (no, thats the other one), but they were impressive enough, and quite scenic. A roaring stream churned through massive rock formations in a lively series of flumes and cascades between forested banks teeming with maples.
From this morning's hike.
Humans built a fort out of tree branches. (they do this a lot)
And for some reason they put an elementary school desk in the middle. (they don't normally do this)
The vibrant green ferns of spring meet the golden late evening sunlight. Mattatuck State Forest, Plymouth, Connecticut. Near Lake Plymouth. June 17, 2021, 6:16 PM.
Mini at one of my in the woods.
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July 23, 1983: The trail route was rather weird today. It began with a healthy climb out of the Schuylkill Valley. Then, the AT dropped back down off the ridge crest to pass by a spring located a good distance down the side of the mountain.
September sunset, Scoville Reservoir, Wolcott, Connecticut. September 18, 2021, 6:58 PM
I suddenly want an album of people on from every country in the world. Seems like, no matter where you go, someone just feels that itch.
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June 25, 1983: Picking up the roadwalk under the I-81 overpass near the sprawling truck stops on US 220, I soon found myself drifting back into the to which I had grown accustomed on this journey, following rural lanes past rolling pastures, barns, silos and a few small clusters of residences.
Orange and purple spring sunset at Lost Ponds, Mattatuck State Forest, Plymouth, Connecticut. May 11, 2021, 7:57 PM.
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August 23, 1983: I followed this road for a mile to an outcrop called Prospect Rock, located at the salient formed by a precipitous set of southward-facing cliffs meeting a vertical westward-facing cliff. A sweeping panoramic view of the town of Manchester, Vermont, its green valley, and the surrounding mountains detained me for fifteen minutes
Took the snake trail and cougar trail. Pretty good view at the summit today. The fog cleared off during the hike up.
Great afternoon hike on the mountain today. Decent weather and quite mild. No rain!
Cloudless October afternoon atop the Giant's Chest, Sleeping Giant State Park, Hamden, Connecticut. October 27, 2022, 4:25 PM.
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May 18, 1983: This brief golden hour breakout over a grassy ridge crest carpeted with white and violet flowers was the sun's farewell to us for the next several days. The storm was coming.
The big field beneath a big sky. Mattatuck State Forest, Plymouth, Connecticut. June 11, 2021, 6:17 PM.
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October 3, 1983: The beginning was remarkably easy. The path was wide, relatively rock-free, and climbed at a very gentle grade. It followed a bank of Katahdin Stream up to the base of a set of cascades, where it crossed over to the other bank. At this point, the trail became a bit steeper. Short side trails brought me to several overlooks of Katahdin Falls.
Fog condensation on .
(12/23/23)
Summer breeze at Beaver Pond, White Memorial Foundation, Morris, Connecticut. August 1, 2023, 3:29 PM.
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September 8, 1983: It was mostly cloudy in Crawford Notch at 12:30 when I set out on the . A nice, stiff breeze was blowing, the air was fresh and dry, and the day was much cooler than the last few had been. As usual, that 12:30 start was considerably later than I wanted it to be.
So many colors June sunset. Scoville Reservoir, Wolcott, Connecticut. June 27, 2021, 8:42 PM.
Kachina Trail - Flagstaff, Arizona
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July 14, 1983: High Rock had a takeoff platform for hang gliders and excellent views north and west of the Cumberland Valley in Pennsylvania. A glider was airborne as I arrived. I sat and watched for a few minutes and shot some pictures of the views. The stifling humidity limited visibility, but the enormous valley lay dreamlike beneath the mists.
Spring ravine. Sleeping Giant State Park, Hamden, Connecticut. May 18, 2023, 5:24 PM.
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June 13, 1983: The Appalachian Trail was a varied and interesting experience this afternoon. The first mile followed paved state roads through the remainder of the broad farming valley bisected by the Interstate. It was a nice roadwalk. I passed scores of cows, several horses, a few pigs, and acres of pasture.
The otherworldly sentinel of bewildering mountains
An enchanted mountain pass, shrouded in mist and echoed with strange whispers The only guide is a fearsome its name shrouded in mystery Passage is rumoured to lead to underworld journeys, beware
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Afternoon mountain hike on a drizzly, foggy west coast day.
Orange snow and ice winter sunset. Scoville Reservoir, Wolcott, Connecticut. December 3, 2019, 4:03 PM.
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June 10, 1983: From that highland plateau where I finally walked among the horses, the Appalachian Trail headed eastward, clawing up a cliff face to a rocky outcrop.
Murray Springs Clovis Site in Sierra Vista, Arizona
A short interpretive trail about one of the first human cultures in North America.
Two suns converge sunset. Scoville Reservoir, Wolcott, Connecticut. April 18, 2020, 7:06 PM.
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May 13, 1983: The Appalachian Trail was a gently-graded path, meandering along wooded mountainsides, avoiding the summits of Tellico, Black, and Rocky Balds, but touching their ridge crests occasionally. After a long descent into Tellico Gap, it crossed a gravel road amid a dense cedar forest and began to climb Wesser Bald.
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October 2, 1983: My first three-and-a-half miles took me through the end of the wilderness. The Appalachian Trail wound through an attractive forest, and it was gentle walking. When I came out onto the paved Greenville-Millinocket Road at 9:25, only fourteen-and-a-half miles of white blazes remained before me.
Mossy sidehill trail, Sleeping Giant State Park, Hamden, Connecticut. February 15, 2023, 3:46 PM.
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September 5, 1983: Following another brief stretch of hard climbing, I reached the crest of Franconia Ridge. The rugged climbs continued as I followed the ridge crest over Haystack Mountain, Mount Lincoln, and Mount Lafayette. For the entire distance from Little Haystack to Lafayettes north summit, the trail remained above tree line and the ridge was open and alpine.
Amazing