Nice trout that gulped a fly deep into his throat. Getting it out caused enough damage that he was not going to make it on release. Took it home for a breakfast snack.
Newly constructed section of Airline Trail in Pomfret looks like a super highway. Hoping that they add one more layer of stone dust but this will work if need be. Rode in from the rail trail where it crosses the road in the Natchaug Forest. They are moving along with the trail construction but have a ways to go. Encountered mud and traprock and did a lot of walking. It will be great when done.
Could not resist pulling over at a tag sale yesterday to buy an item from the past. Sarah Lynn Stolz - do you remember when this was your ride instead of your Prius - official car of the Farmington Valley? #readywhenyouare
After a too long winter and a late, late arrival, spring is finally digging in to transition our world from gray to green. We are in that special week or so where budding trees paint the hillsides with subtle pale pastels of red, green, and yellow. It is the counterpoint of that short brilliant week in autumn where the trees are in a blaze of glory and then when you look around you realize it is gone. The spring week is just as time precious but the show is sneaky and slower on the eye. It is a sideways glance in the early morning light that makes you notice the hillside dabbed with brush strokes of faint paint. A pixelated impressionist landscape of almost imperceptibly different hues of green mixed with the reds of the maples all against a mat of gray tree trunks and blue sky. It will be gone in days but it is glorious to behold. The picture of a local beaver pond taken on a mundane early morning weekend dump run does not do things justice but I hope it conveys some of the glory. 
