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Macricostas field

Storm coming

Macricostas Preserve, Washington, Connecticut.

An old friend who hasn’t been on snowshoes in many years and I took a lap around this big field. What looked like a fast approaching storm ended up being nothing. Great to be out though and snowshoeing is a lot of fun.

This image is looking west, the next one is looking back this way from the other side of the field.

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Next time we’ll go up the hill at the back of this image. My wife and I broke the trail up and over it a few days ago. The back-left of the hill is called “Waramaug Rock” and it looks out over Lake Waramaug which is about 3/4 mile to the left edge of this image.

This image is looking east, the previous one is looking back this way from the other side of the field.

Women’s March, Salisbury, Connecticut

Women's March, Salisbury, Connecticut

Salisbury, Connecticut.

I found a “sister march” in a small town north of us and we decided to join there rather than in New York.

It was very meaningful to get out among like-minded people from many of the small towns around this area and while many of us have been upset about the election, being together gave us a bit of hope.

There were about 500 people at this gathering, no doubt one of the smaller marches that happened yesterday. Amazingly, through smartphones and social media, folks in our march were directly connected with friends and family in other marches the world over.

I saw scenes of DC, New York, and numerous other marches in both the US and around the world. I have to say, even though I’m not active on social media (any more), just like the Green Revolution in Iran, it’s extremely useful to be able to see what’s going in other places on earth in real time.

This was a significant demonstration, now let’s hope we can keep it up.

Fields along the Appalachian Trail

Desiccated Queen Anne's lace

Desiccated Queen Anne’s lace

Cornwall Bridge, Connecticut.

We took a hike south on the Appalachian Trail and it runs across a series of fields which in spring were loaded with Queen Anne’s lace (a weed). Those plants remain standing as dried out skeletons.

Field "potatoes"

Field “potatoes”

The fields we walked across next to the Appalachian Trail were farmed for many years. When farmers plow fields, they collect the rocks that come up and toss them onto walls that separate fields. This is one of those walls and these rocks came out of the field behind the rock pile. This is less a wall, more a rock pile that is well over 100 years old.

Field "potatoes"

Field “potatoes”