Peaceful early autumn sunset at Lost Ponds, Mattatuck State Forest, Plymouth, Connecticut. September 27, 2019, 6:23 PM.
Hole in the earth sunset, Hidden Lake, Fall Mountain, Plymouth, Connecticut. September 29, 2018, 6:26 PM.
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July 26, 1983: The next two miles or so of trail was one unbroken rock pile. Using mind control techniques which will be described in my next book, The Principles of Psychotic Backpacking, I convinced myself that Blue Mountain was throwing everything it had into one final vain attempt to destroy me, and just kept plugging away,
Lily pads sunset, Scoville Reservoir, Wolcott, Connecticut. August 7, 2020, 7:58 PM.
Two Old Trees sunset. Scoville Reservoir, Wolcott, Connecticut. May 9, 2020, 7:00 PM.
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June 12, 1983: I traversed two other mountains this afternoon, featuring mature forests carpeted with moss and ferns and sporting occasional explosions of rhododendron blossoms.
Anyone want to join me for the Bristow Trail Race this Feb 3rd 5-mile, 10-mile, 25k, and 50k distances are available and this is about the flattest trail race you will ever find.
Golden wisps of cloud summer sunset. New Britain Reservoir, Southington, Connecticut. August 14, 2020, 7:26 PM.
I feel it in the air the summer's out of reach sunset (h/t Don Henley and Mike Campbell). New Britain Reservoir, Southington, Connecticut. August 31, 2020, 7:03 PM.
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August 24, 1983: I had a twenty-minute cushion with which to play. So, naturally, I blew fifteen minutes of that cushion atop Bromleys 3260-foot summit.
Colorful decay 4. Jack-o'-lantern mushrooms on forest floor near New Britain Reservoir, Wolcott, Connecticut. September 11, 2019, 6:38 PM.
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May 27, 1983: Perched near the summit of Camp Creek Bald beside a very futuristic cluster of communications towers was a steel fire tower with views every bit as excellent as those from Rich Mountain. The sky was as clear of haze as any I have seen in these misty southern mountains.
Hiking the Catwalk National Recreation Trail in SW New Mexico is simply amazing.
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The Not Grass Sunset, New Britain Reservoir, Southington, Connecticut. September 11, 2019, 7:03 PM.
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June 10, 1983: Unlike the Roan Highlands, the open fields throughout the Mount Rogers area did not seem to be natural balds. In places which hadn't been grazed recently, thick scrub covered the landscape. The predominant features of these landscapes were emerald green spring grasses and medium to light gray boulders and rock outcrops,
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Heritage Village in Largo, Florida
Step back in time at this immersive historical village.
Feels like going home sunset, Scoville Reservoir, Wolcott, Connecticut. May 18, 2021, 7:36 PM.
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: Last year this time my wife and I were in the middle of a marvelous 8-day road trip in Texas Hill Country where we hiked/walked everyday:
- Drove 1300kms (810mi)
- Visited 3 state parks, 2 nature areas,
- Hiked 103kms (64mi)
What a blast that was. The memory makes me want to drop everything and leave for a road trip *right now*.
Trip log:
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June 30, 1983: In the Virginia Blue Ridge, high atop a shoulder of a mountain called The Priest, not far from the 4063-foot summit, a spur ridge makes a perpendicular intersection with the main crest.
Dead calm sunset, New Britain Reservoir, Southington, Connecticut. October 12, 2019, 5:36 PM.
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August 24, 1983: The final summit of the day was 2850-foot Baker Peak, which the Appalachian Trail ascended after leaving the lake. This was the lowest summit of the day, so I was not expecting much.
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Gray April day in the pines, Scoville Reservoir, Wolcott, Connecticut. April 27, 2020, 5:13 PM.
One way or another, you're going to get wet. Rainy October hike at Scoville Reservoir, Wolcott, Connecticut. October 29, 2019, 5:55 PM.
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May 28, 1983: I finally made it to the top of a knob with no views and began a descent alongside a barbed-wire fence into a sag. That was where I was finally rewarded for all the mindless climbing. Incredible views from that grassy little sag continued all the way up a sloping meadow to the main summit.
The thunderstorm ate my sunset. Lost Ponds, Mattatuck State Forest, Plymouth, Connecticut. Winds ahead of the coming storm ripple the pond's surface, distorting the reflection of the thunderhead engulfing the setting sun. July 14, 2018, 7:41 PM.
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September 4, 1983: The AT bypassed the cliffs which towered over the pond, but there were several great viewpoints atop rock outcrops along that climb, overlooking an immense, L-shaped valley encircled by the lofty, wooded heights of Mount Wolf, Mount Kinsman, and several of their spur ridges.
Late spring evening thunderstorm rolls in. Scoville Reservoir, Wolcott, Connecticut. May 26, 2021, 8:19 PM.
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July 26, 1983: The next two miles or so of trail was one unbroken rock pile. Using mind control techniques which will be described in my next book, The Principles of Psychotic Backpacking, I convinced myself that Blue Mountain was throwing everything it had into one final vain attempt to destroy me, and just kept plugging away, ignoring the beating my feet were taking.
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As summer ends, milkweed and goldenrod time. Woodtick Trail, Wolcott, Connecticut. September 11, 2019, 6:05 PM.
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August 31, 1983: The Appalachian Trail followed some dirt roads through a pleasant farm valley encircled by mountains and reentered the forest to begin a rather taxing climb up to Holts Ledge, the first real mountain it had thus far traversed in New Hampshire. It kept turning onto one woods road after another, and each was a bit steeper than the preceding one.
I'm longing to get back on the trails again. Right now life demands attention to other details. Patience.
The end of a day, the beginning of spring, Marino Pond, Plymouth, Connecticut. As the sunset marks the end of the day, bright green shoots atop these clumps of sedge signal the end of winter. April 8, 2020, 7:06 PM.
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June 3, 1983: I slept the sleep of the dead last night, so exhausted I did not wake even for a moment until 6:30 in the morning. The sky had completely clouded over during the night and hung low and threatening above my tent. I crawled back inside and zipped myself back into my sleeping bag. Moments later, I heard the first drops of rain spattering off the tent fly.
Ball of fire sunset. The setting sun is going down so hot it's even melting those clouds. Scoville Reservoir, Wolcott, Connecticut. May 25, 2021, 7:47 PM.