The morning was spent at STCC and by the time I got home I was lacking motivation.  I drove to Robinson State Park to explore some, but I just didn't have the energy to enjoy it.  Tried to follow the Metacomet into the park but was not successful.

In 2002, on this day, I drove up Route 2 to Adams to venture into the Glen one more time.

Hail to the Sunrise, Charlemont.

Never frozen pond, Greylock Glen.

Fifteen years ago today, January 20th, 2002, we had a decent snowstorm in Connecticut... from the Suffield Swamp.

Fifteen years ago,

January 19th, 2002, we held a Greylock Glen Snowshoe Race.

Pop and the Steamer racing to the finish...

A drive to Adams to check in with my folks, wonderful visit.  Weather was foggy from the hill, looking toward the Hoosac Range....

Fifteen years ago, on this day, I made another visit to Hawley.  Stopped along the run to take some photos at the cemetery along Hallockville Road.

Another addition of music for 2017...

Here is effort #2, Jump Into the Fire.

"...we can make each other happy"

Happy Martin Luther King Jr day!  Spent a little time in Shenipsit State Forest with Wuzzam, Sammy and K2.  4-miles nice and easy.

It has been a very long time since I ran from Route 57 in Southwick to Robinson State Park in Agawam along the Metacomet Trail (or New England Trail, NET).  7.1-miles, the trail is busy along the ridgelines (intersecting and reroutes aplenty).  Highlight of the run was the message chained to a bench just into Robinson State Park....

Also, on this day in 2002, I explored the Hawley Kiln area, and then took a tour of the Greylock Glen with my Pop.

Beaver activity in Hawley.

This stone wall is now underwater from the beaver activity, I believe.

The Kiln.

Pop and Tips, rambling through the Glen.

3.7-miles on the Metacomet Trail from Phelps Road south.

Also, on this day fifteen years ago (2002), an exploration of Hawley and Dubuque State Forest.

Looks like I have enjoyed balanced rocks longer than I thought....  this is Hawley's.

Tippi frosted up in front of an old foundation.

The old graveyard.

Another view of the rock.

Almost to the day, twenty years ago.  Me, the Old Goat, and Georgie Bear doing Round and Frissel along Mount Riga Reservation.  January 14th, 1997.

Fifteen years ago today, in 2002, we held a South Pond Shuffle Snowshoe event at Savoy Mountain State Forest.  This would have been about the 5th South Pond event....

A favorite view of North Pond;  I camped here overnight one cold April  with my old spaniel Dusty.

We based many events out of these old structures....

On this day in 2003, we held the the 6th Annual South Pond Shuffle Snowshoe Race.  There were 90 finishers for this one, and it was one of the "deeper" snow conditions.  Photos from the start pretty much give an indication of the snow... what wonderful memories these things are.

 

Once upon a time, on a winter journey to High Bridge, our group came upon some moose-droppings.

The Legend of the Snow God

Once upon a time, in the lands of the Trail People, there lived a jovial spirit named Farmer Ed. 

Farmer Ed was known far and wide for his enthusiasm, positive attitude and contagious smile. He was the Keeper of the Flame, a scribe recording the lore and journeys of the Trail People.

The Trail People were different from other folks. They frolicked in the forest, jumped over rocks and roots, sang in the rain, ran through fields of mud and laughed at the wind.

But, every year, Old Man Winter, with his snow, ice and cold, forced the Trail People to crawl into their caves and long for the dance of spring.

Then, one year, Farmer Ed pronounced there must be a better way. He went on a long journey, far from his homelands, seeking guidance and wisdom for his people. When he reached the mountaintop, he called upon the four elements: earth, fire, air and water. In the stillness of each dawn, he listened to the whispers of the Great Spirit. And when the cold winds came, he learned to bend with the wind.

He came back to his People and assembled the Wise Ones:

• Dion, the God of Lightning and Speed.
• Worsham, the Shameless Shaman.
• Princess Ellen, Gourmet Temptress.
• Swanee, Greylock Warrior.
• Nymph Kaniac, the Goddess of Youth Eternal.
• And, The Great Silverback, Grandfather of the Trail People.

Farmer Ed shared his Vision Quest and told about the music of birds and mountain streams and how the animals guided him through the winter wilderness. He asked the Trail People to breathe in the freshness of the Earth Mother and walk on the snow.

So now, when the December moon shines brightly overhead, and the north winds blow cold, the Trail People come out dancing in their snow shoes of gold.

And that is how the Trail People learned to embrace the high lonesome sound of winter and found their souls reflected in a snowflake. And thus, Farmer Ed became known as the Snow God.

Go quietly into the forest, plant some snowshoe prints on the trail, and soon, you will be smiling like Farmer Ed.

Ed, Thank you for the wonderful, magical mystery tours in the snow!

Barbarella S.

Took the snowshoes to McLean Reservation, thinking that the "forest roads" would be ok to snowshoe on.  It was worth wearing the snowshoes due to ice underneath it all, but the snow was only about an inch deep....  3.9-miles.

Slippery snowstorm hitting the area, managed to drive to Sunrise Park and rumble through a 5.7-mile adventure.  Some of the route I took seems to be posted private property now-a-days. Only 20 degrees and snow and ice falling, but it sure did feel good to be outdoors regardless.

On this day in 1996, I participated in the annual "Fat Ass 50" in North Adams, Massachusetts.  It consisted of many loops on the road, on a cold, gray day, and I believe there was a pretty bad snowstorm on the drive home.  I have a time listed of  5:32:35, and I think that was for 26.2 miles - not 50k.  This was my 8th marathon completed.