Dramatic sunset just off the Tunxis Trail. Near New Britain Reservoir, Wolcott, Connecticut. September 8, 2020, 7:10 PM.

Conditions pretty icy, but what a gorgeous weather we had today.

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May 6, 1983: My camera received heavy use this morning as well, as I traversed another group of scenic ridges with equally picturesque names.

Translated the latest map of and added it to the Wiki. Be aware it contains locations introduced in still unlocalised games.

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September 30, 1983: After the shelter, the AT descended for a half-mile to Pemadumcook Lake, which was even bigger than Lower Jo-Mary. A short side trail led to a point along the shore with an awesome view of Katahdin across the lake, but only the dimmest outline of the mountain was visible through the haze. It looked even closer, but it still seemed like a dream.

Ich war kurz im Elm. Es war sehr matschig. Aber ich hab nen neuen Trail gefunden.

50km
3:13h
15,5km/h
383Hm

Hiking Trails. Prints here:

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Sunset over a quiet cove, Scoville Reservoir, Wolcott, Connecticut. May 17, 2021, 8:01 PM.

One Of The Best Campgrounds In Wisconsin Is Open For Adventure Year-Round

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July 5, 1983: Late in the day, the AT began to skirt a huge complex called Big Meadows which sprawled across acres of ridge crest. A short climb on a side trail brought me to the summit of Black Rock (not to be confused with Blackrock, a summit I traversed further south in Shenandoah).

Has anyone seen this bill from the US state of

It seems to want to basically treat all as motorcycles, but sets out nonsense regulations that are in some cases also easy to circumvent

A lot of this bill reads like 'EBIKES ARE NOT NORMAL BIKES AND THEREFORE WE WILL PUNISH THEM'

On the other hand, there are a couple of ideas here that aren't terrible, but they're strangled by the rest of the document

Check it:

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June 1, 1983: I have never seen a storm just collapse like this. Within minutes, the day had gone from rainy and cold and windy to sunny and warm and breezy. The lingering clouds adding a touch of drama to the tableau were visibly shrinking right before my eyes.

Soft summer sunset at Lost Ponds. Mattatuck State Forest, Plymouth, Connecticut. July 14, 2018, 7:30 PM.

Fade to September sunset, New Britain Reservoir, Wolcott, Connecticut. August 31, 2020, 7:35 PM.

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August 10, 1983: We did not leave her house until 6:00, and we still had eight more miles to go in order to reach the side trail to the shelter, and another half-mile on the side trail. About two hours of daylight remained. At the house, we learned that it was supposed to rain tonight, so we were determined to make it.

The Great American Rail-Trail

"A grand scheme of the Rails-to-Trails Conservancy to build a continuous, off-road multi-use trail from the National Mall in Washington, D.C. to the Pacific Ocean in Washington State a trail across the entire United States."

This article is more about connecting to the trail, but it's pretty interesting.

Streaks of gold and silver sunset, Scoville Reservoir, Wolcott, Connecticut. June 8, 2020, 7:56 PM.

September water lilies. Marino Pond, Wolcott, Connecticut. September 17, 2020, 5:01 PM.

Streaky clouds early spring sunset. Scoville Reservoir, Wolcott, Connecticut. March 5, 2020, 5:29 PM.

Autumn footpath, Whitestone Cliffs Trail, Plymouth, Connecticut. October 18, 2020, 5:32 PM.

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September 12, 1983: I had one final meal of solid food before resuming the backpacking phase of my trip today and my return to gourmet fare like rice and instant oatmeal. I started on the trail at 1:45 this afternoon. That was okay. There will be plenty of time to revel in the freedom of backpacking once again. About three weeks remain in this adventure.

Im just thinking about how the mountain bikers on my local trails today, and honestly every day I go out, are very considerate and polite. People use bells consistently to announce their presence, and several times someone saw me coming up the trail, and waited to start the segment until I had come all the way up so that they wouldnt be barreling down at the same time.
I appreciate you, mountain cyclists!

October wetlands, New Britain Reservoir, Wolcott, Connecticut. October 19, 2019, 2:38 PM.

China Ranch Date Farm & Bakery.

Had a great hike and a date shake.

Tecopa, California.

I miss this trail. It was always empty and peaceful to run through.

What a beautiful winter day it has been today.

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October 3, 1983: Except for one incident, which was only bad for a few moments, the climb up Hunt spur was fun. It was maniacally steep, it had many tricky parts, and it was strenuous as hell, but I rather enjoyed it. It was the last big climb.

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October cove. New Britain Reservoir, Wolcott, Connecticut. October 12, 2019, 4:47 PM.

Going to put together my new today. I'm excited to get out there and explore the trails around here.

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July 6, 1983: About a mile later, after a climb, the trail skirted around an enormous mass of ancient, exposed rock sitting atop the wooded crest. A short spur trail led to the base of the outcrop. Marys Rock towered high above the deep Blue Ridge pass called Thornton Gap.

So muddy out on the trails thanks to the rain and the grazing, wandering cows. Makes for an especially strenuous hike, but I like the challenge.

Sing me sunlight and shadows (h/t Jackson Browne). Mill River, Sleeping Giant State Park, Hamden, Connecticut. May 26, 2023, 3:29 PM.

Weils gestern so schn war heute nochmal fast die gleiche Strecke.

16,7km
0:55h
18,4km/h
54Hm

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June 10, 1983: The Appalachian Trail wandered an incredibly circuitous course from Rhododendron Gap, where I left my film, to Pine Mountain. The old AT, now a blue-blazed side trail, once connected the two points with two easy miles of level ridge walk.

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August 8, 1983: I passed park benches also swarming with humanity, most of whom seemed to be staring at me, wondering what the hell I was doing walking through that park with a backpack on. I did not do much to reassure them. I could see that most of them thought I was a psycho, and that had me constantly breaking out in fits of laughter, which no doubt convinced them.

Schn wars! Immer noch sehr nass berall im Wald.

Heuer sieht man schn, warum es Schunteraue heit.

18,3km
1:04h
17,1 km/h
92Hm