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Spring greens, Herron Pond, White Memorial Foundation, Morris, Connecticut. June 17, 2024, 1:19 PM.
#hiking #photography #outdoors #landscapephotography #nature #Connecticut #spring #forest #lilypads #trails #lake #springtime #marsh
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Spring greens, Plunge Pool, White Memorial Foundation, Morris, Connecticut. June 17, 2024, 2:25 PM.
#hiking #photography #outdoors #landscapephotography #nature #Connecticut #spring #forest #lilypads #trails #pond #springtime #marsh
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May 15, 1983, 43 years ago today: Eventually the AT descended to a road crossing at Stekoah Gap, where I caught up to Dave. We relaxed for a while in a roadside meadow also surrounded by mountains and acres of national forest.We did not linger long in Stekoah Gap. The sun had disappeared again, and a cold steel wind began lashing stinging splinters of mist across the meadow.
#backpacking #hiking #landscapephotography #NorthCarolina #nature #forest #mountains #AppalachianTrail
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May 15, 1983, 43 years ago today: Eventually the AT descended to a road crossing at Stekoah Gap, where I caught up to Dave. We relaxed for a while in a roadside meadow also surrounded by mountains and acres of national forest.We did not linger long in Stekoah Gap. The sun had disappeared again, and a cold steel wind began lashing stinging splinters of mist across the meadow.
#backpacking #hiking #landscapephotography #NorthCarolina #nature #forest #mountains #AppalachianTrail
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May 15, 1983, 43 years ago today: Eventually the AT descended to a road crossing at Stekoah Gap, where I caught up to Dave. We relaxed for a while in a roadside meadow also surrounded by mountains and acres of national forest.We did not linger long in Stekoah Gap. The sun had disappeared again, and a cold steel wind began lashing stinging splinters of mist across the meadow.
#backpacking #hiking #landscapephotography #NorthCarolina #nature #forest #mountains #AppalachianTrail
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May 15, 1983, 43 years ago today: Sleeping was difficult last night. It remained quite warm; I sweated considerably even though I left my sleeping bag unzipped. I awoke this morning at 6:00, before dawn broke over the forest, and was on the trail at 7:20. A steep climb of just over a mile from the shelter brought us to the summit of Cheoah Bald, which was surrounded by a sprawling open meadow.#backpacking #hiking #outdoors #NorthCarolina #nature #forest #mountains #AppalachianTrail
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May 15, 1983, 43 years ago today: Sleeping was difficult last night. It remained quite warm; I sweated considerably even though I left my sleeping bag unzipped. I awoke this morning at 6:00, before dawn broke over the forest, and was on the trail at 7:20. A steep climb of just over a mile from the shelter brought us to the summit of Cheoah Bald, which was surrounded by a sprawling open meadow.#backpacking #hiking #outdoors #NorthCarolina #nature #forest #mountains #AppalachianTrail
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May 15, 1983, 43 years ago today: Sleeping was difficult last night. It remained quite warm; I sweated considerably even though I left my sleeping bag unzipped. I awoke this morning at 6:00, before dawn broke over the forest, and was on the trail at 7:20. A steep climb of just over a mile from the shelter brought us to the summit of Cheoah Bald, which was surrounded by a sprawling open meadow.#backpacking #hiking #outdoors #NorthCarolina #nature #forest #mountains #AppalachianTrail
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May 15, 1983, 43 years ago today: Sleeping was difficult last night. It remained quite warm; I sweated considerably even though I left my sleeping bag unzipped. I awoke this morning at 6:00, before dawn broke over the forest, and was on the trail at 7:20. A steep climb of just over a mile from the shelter brought us to the summit of Cheoah Bald, which was surrounded by a sprawling open meadow.#backpacking #hiking #outdoors #NorthCarolina #nature #forest #mountains #AppalachianTrail
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Secluded white sand tropical beach, Aitutaki, Cook Islands, South Pacific. May 1990.
#tropical #landscapephotography #nature #trees #beach #hiking #island #tropicalisland #Pacific #Pacificislands #PacificOcean #SouthPacific #whitesandbeach
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More from No Kings 3 yesterday. No Kings 3, Waterbury Green, Waterbury, Connecticut, March 28, 2026.
Protesters bundled up in warm clothing carry signs and chant as they and march around the city green.
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The road to Zion National Park from the south. Virgin River valley, southern Utah. April 1984.
#hiking #photography #landscapephotography #hikingadventures #nature #Utah #scenicbyways #Zion #spring #springtime #mountains
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Quiet beaver pond in Todd Hollow, Plymouth, Connecticut. July 19, 2024, 1:54 PM.
#hiking #photography #outdoors #landscapephotography #nature #Connecticut #summer #forest #lake #summertime
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Quiet beaver pond in Todd Hollow, Plymouth, Connecticut. July 19, 2024, 1:54 PM.
#hiking #photography #outdoors #landscapephotography #nature #Connecticut #summer #forest #lake #summertime
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Quiet beaver pond in Todd Hollow, Plymouth, Connecticut. July 19, 2024, 1:54 PM.
#hiking #photography #outdoors #landscapephotography #nature #Connecticut #summer #forest #lake #summertime
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Tiny yellow flowers sunset. A thick swirl of clouds and haze brings on the sunset a bit early. New Britain Reservoir, Southington, Connecticut. August 3, 2020, 6:47 PM.
#hiking #photography #outdoors #landscapephotography #nature #Connecticut #summer #forest #sunset #sunsetphotography #lake #summertime #wildflowers
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Tiny yellow flowers sunset. A thick swirl of clouds and haze brings on the sunset a bit early. New Britain Reservoir, Southington, Connecticut. August 3, 2020, 6:47 PM.
#hiking #photography #outdoors #landscapephotography #nature #Connecticut #summer #forest #sunset #sunsetphotography #lake #summertime #wildflowers
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Tiny yellow flowers sunset. A thick swirl of clouds and haze brings on the sunset a bit early. New Britain Reservoir, Southington, Connecticut. August 3, 2020, 6:47 PM.
#hiking #photography #outdoors #landscapephotography #nature #Connecticut #summer #forest #sunset #sunsetphotography #lake #summertime #wildflowers
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Feels like going home sunset, Scoville Reservoir, Wolcott, Connecticut. May 18, 2021, 7:36 PM.
Something about this pic reminds me of going home. Not sure why.
#hiking #photography #landscapephotography #hikingadventures #nature #Connecticut #forest #sunset #sunsets #sunsetphotography #footbridges #spring #photography #springtime
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Spear thistle, Platt Park, Waterbury, Connecticut. July 28, 2025, 3:48 PM.
#hiking #photography #outdoors #landscapephotography #nature #Connecticut #summer #forest #summertime #wildflowers
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Spear thistle, Platt Park, Waterbury, Connecticut. July 28, 2025, 3:48 PM.
#hiking #photography #outdoors #landscapephotography #nature #Connecticut #summer #forest #summertime #wildflowers
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Spear thistle, Platt Park, Waterbury, Connecticut. July 28, 2025, 3:48 PM.
#hiking #photography #outdoors #landscapephotography #nature #Connecticut #summer #forest #summertime #wildflowers
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May 16, 1983, 43 years ago today: Here at Cable Gap, Dave and I have caught up to, with the exception of Russ, the only thru-hikers we had met thus far on the AT. They are known in the registers as Ron and Sonny the Wonder Dog. Ron is a dark-haired, heavily-bearded man who looks to be in his thirties. Sonny is a large, black mixed-breed resembling a Doberman whose ears and tail have not been trimmed.#backpacking #hiking #NorthCarolina #nature #forest #mountains #AppalachianTrail
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They are presently traveling with another dog — a little white mongrel stray who followed them out of Wesser.Ron broke out some good salami, and Dave turned us on to several joints of good pot. We all got very high and giggly. When thru-hikers get together, we love to share stories, and, God knows, we all have some good ones. We have been spinning tales all night as the rain patters off the shelter’s tin roof.
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Ron said that he shocked his entire family when he told them he was going to hike the Appalachian Trail. Previously, he had always been one of those people who jump into their car to travel one block to the store. He had never backpacked in his life before this trip. He had us rolling on the floor with anecdotes about his early misadventures with all the unfamiliar new equipment he had bought for this hike. -
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Having thrown away all their instructions unread, he found himself on the trail, unable to pitch his tent or to run his stove. Fortunately, he had started on the AT in the middle of April, at a time when a lot of other prospective thru-hikers were heading out. There was always somebody around to help him, and he gradually learned everything he needed to know as he went along.Ron has a great attitude and seems to be enjoying himself immensely. Out to have a good time,
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he has set no goals for himself concerning how far he intends to go on this trip or how fast.Sonny is also a character. A large, mean-looking dog with an authoritative bark, he is, as Ron fondly informs us, an incredible coward who tends to cringe between his master’s legs on those frequent occasions when something frightens him. Ron had a wealth of funny stories concerning the many near-tragic experiences when Sonny attempted to perform this maneuver while Ron was hiking.
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Ron has his hands full with Sonny. He is hoping to find someone to take that little stray off his hands in Fontana Village.7:10 A.M. — When you spend the night beneath a tin roof, unless you are stone deaf, you know that it rained. It poured last night. A John Bonham drum solo is a lullaby compared to the savage rhythms which serenaded our sleep. The music had a certain wild, primal energy which I rather enjoyed but, hey, I have personally been to seventeen Blue Öyster Cult concerts.
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The onslaught continues unabated this morning. None of us are going anywhere just now — beyond these walls lies nothing but misery.As havens go, Cable Gap Shelter is something of an armpit. Rather than the usual wooden floor, it has a dirt one — which is mud today. The sleeping arrangements are four ancient wire bunks in various stages of collapse attached to one of the side walls. There are numerous small leaks in the roof, and one major gusher.
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Dave discovered it last night when it caressed him awake with a soothing faceful of ice water. Despite all the rain, the stream which runs alongside the shelter is a thin, dirty trickle, at which I needed two minutes to fill my canteen by scooping water into it with my coffee cup. It tasted rather foul, but I did not begrudge the effort. I learned my lesson about being finicky towards water back in Georgia. My lips are still black-edged and shredded.