Still in a "building" phase for distance, today would get me back out to a favorite spot, Tunxis State Forest in Barkhamsted and Hartland, Connecticut.

Wuzzam was attending and keeping me company;  this forest is loaded with memories of our last two dogs, Sam and Tippi, and we were blessed with dozens of spots that brought back incredibly wonderful memories of our two running partners.  Most specifically, all the pools of water large enough to hold the two of them, they never missed an opportunity to dunk themselves regardless of the time-of-year.

Today we had plans to run from Route 219 out around the Pine Mountain and back.  This is somewhere around 9-miles, but as we approached the turn Wuzzam asked about extending down to Roberts Brook, asking "...how much further would that be?"

Excellent idea, we made the trip down to the water, and coming up out of the ravine I started to really feel good about this run.  I had energy, I was enthused, and I felt strong.  It seemed as though Wuzzam was feeling it too, as he kept up on the climbs out of Roberts Brook Ravine and up Pine Mountain.

We ended the run at 10.94-miles, which was pretty sweet as it was humid as hell.  I have never seen Wuzzam sweated through his shorts in the twenty-plus years of running with him, but today he was.  I was soaked through from about the 1-mile mark until finish.  It was a fantastic start to the day.

Wuzzam climbing out of Roberts Brook Ravine

Signage for Pine Mountain

Looking off Pine to the east, sky filled with fog

 At the top of the Indian Council Caves

Old moss and fern