I set a goal of visiting twelve Williamsburg Woodland Trails this season.  There were not twelve sites within the Williamsburg Woodland Trails Properties, but there were some that subscribed to the same type of designation, and were in the area.  The twelve properties are as follows:

• Bradley (visited February 19, 2018)
• Breckenridge (visited February 24, 2018)
• Devils Den (visited May 12, 2018)
• Tilton Farm (North & South), Goshen Open Space (visited May 12, 2018)
• Henhawk (June 2, 2018)
• Historic Dam (July 4, 2018)
• Hall / O'Neil (July 19, 2018)
• Graves Farm (July 19, 2018)
• Big View
• Briar Farm
• Petticoat Hill / Locke's Loop
• Lily Pond

So I have managed to visit 8 of 12 so far, which is just ahead of the one-per-month pace I originally thought of.  

Today, I rambled through 5.2-miles through Williamsburg Woodland Trails, in the Hall/O'Neil and Graves Farm Properties.  

Much to recommend within both properties, with Hall/O'Neil extending down into the town of Williamsburg, and Graves looks as though it might offer something extending toward town (I'll need to explore more later on in the year).  

Graves also shows a "connection" north toward snowmobile trails along Grass Hill Road, which connects to the Henhawk area (and a trail I snowshoed years ago with Tippi).

Entrance to Hall / O'Neil Trails

Trail along the brook at Hall

Entrance sign for Graves Farm

Plaque on rock at Graves Farm

White Pine along the trail at Graves Farm

I was thinking Penwood or Talcott Mountain area today, and then I remembered some trails I noticed on "open streetmap" underneath Penwood's Metacomet Ridge.

Found a nice little clear grass parking lot, Simsbury Land Trust's "Tanager Hill" area, that would lead to the trail network.  Followed the Owen - Mortimer Trail up to the powerlines, and then took the spur to meet up with Penwood between a lookout and Lake Louise.  Came rolling down, around a meadow and pond, and then down Lucy Brook to the parking area.  4.3-miles of enjoyment in a beautiful area.

Also, on this day in 2008, I completed the Hallockville Pond - Mt Institute Marathon with Wuzzam and Tippi.  The 25+ miles were completed in 5:29:07, and ended with a dip in Hallockville Pond.  This was my 36th completed marathon and Tippi's 12th.

Looking off the Metacomet Trail in Penwood State Forest

Tanager Hill Plaque along Lucy Brook

Kiosk in Parking Area

Music 2018...

Effort #29, Dark Heart Duo... "Calm After Storm".  This was Evil's first drumming of 2018, and I pieced together some guitar sounds after the tremendous rain and wind event tonight.

Music 2018...

Effort #28, The Road Warriors for Christ... "Blister My Paint".  An original I wrote back in the Primative days, 1984.  This time, it's just me and the Reverend, 1988, in Bedford, Texas.

"... what was it anyhow, something that I said?"

Another hot and humid day, and to top it off, I didn't do a very good job of getting out early morning.  It was difficult for the last two of the 5.1-miles in McLean Refuge.

Snake Skin, with my size 15 sneaker for reference

Continuing with visits to the Tunxis Trail, K2 and I got an early start at Route 219 with plans to run north.  I hoped to make it to "Old Route 20", which is a Reservoir Road now, and it is located just shy of 8-miles from Route 219.

It was brutally humid for a "coolish" day.  I was absolutely drenched within the first mile, and it got much worse from there.  I don't think it even made 80-degrees while we were out there, but the drain on my body was extreme today.

Knowing how I was feeling, I made my trip a bit easier by using a bit of road from the half-way point, for a mile or so.  Truthfully, this was also done to avoid looking at the massive clear-cutting of the forest about a mile out from "Old Route 20", which the State of Connecticut calls "Hemlock Salvage".  This is particularly disturbing to me as this was truly a beautifully peaceful section of the forest.  It also contained a side-path we used often throughout the years, to connect to the Roberts Brook Bypass (which I caught today on the dead end Pine Road).

Having attended the Old Growth film and lecture on Tuesday, and hearing the truth about the value of old growth and old trees with regard to carbon sequestration, it really seems counter-productive to harvest so many older trees.  I encourage any and all to begin to pay attention to the value of trees, forest, and the environment each and every day.

So, getting beyond that it looks awful to ramble through a cut forest, and we as a population may not be doing a very good job of managing our forest, I also have a reminder of what these forest looked like in their most recent natural state in my mind.  I have memories that I don't want to let go of, moving slowly through the rolling terrain of Tunxis with my dog bounding off on a shortcut to meet up with me later on.  

It would be fine with me if I could still experience these memories while in the woods, rather than revert to cognitive memory because the woods as I remember no longer exist.  I think about the The “7th generation” principle taught by Native Americans says that in every decision, be it personal, governmental or corporate, we must consider how it will affect our descendants seven generations into the future.  So that the pristine sky, field and mountains will still be here for them to enjoy.

By the end, I managed to get back to the car and meet up with K2 with 14.7-miles on my legs.  I suffered a bit today, but to run wild through Tunxis was worth the fatigue I'll feel over the next couple days.

Wolf Tree along the route


USGS marker for Pine Mountain


Roaring Brook Swamp (headwaters?)


The top of Pine Mountain on a hazy, humid day

Tunxis area to check on a side-path off Pell Road, I've been wondering where it went.  It didn't go far, just a turn-a-round / party spot after 1/8-mile or so.

Followed Pell Road into Massachusetts, to the field north of the Tunxis Trail, for a total of 6-miles.

Made it out to Main Street in the evening for 3.0-miles.

And, from 15-years ago today, July 12th, 2003, camping in Savoy Mountain State Forest...  I sure do miss camping and all the fun that goes with it...

View from Cabin #2, South Pond

JC and Tips getting the evening fire started

 DL in a cloud of campfire smoke

Continuing a bit of a roll with Black Lizard / Vintage Crime novels...  completed Jim Thompson's "After Dark, My Sweet", originally published 1955.

William "Kid" Collins was once a respected boxer. Now he's a drifter, on the run after escaping from a mental institution.

One afternoon he meets Fay, a beautiful young widow. She is smart and decent--at least when she's sober. 

Soon Collins finds himself involved in a kidnapping scheme that goes drastically wrong almost before it even begins. Because the kid they've picked up isn't like other kids: he's diabetic and without insulin, he'll die. Not the safest situation for Collins, a man for whom stress and violence have long gone hand-in-hand.

Attended a film "premier" at Harvard Forest in Petersham, Massachusetts tonight... The Lost Forest of New England - Eastern Old Growth.

Ray and Bob, the driving force behind the film, are folks I have been out hiking and exploring with over the past 5-years.

Music 2018...

Effort #27, The Contours "Do You Love Me?".  Primatives, 1984 with Aldo, Lee, DL and I.

"... I can mash potato."

Nice night, jogged along Main Street for 3.7-miles, ending at 8:15 p.m.

Tremendously cool morning, mid-fifties!  Met up with K2 for a trip to Tunxis, to hopefully run from Route 219 down to Satan's Kingdom, and back.  Roughly 13.5-miles of many ups and downs.

We parked at the trailhead in the middle, almost across from Ski Sundown, and ran south first.  Ended up being a wonderful day to be in the woods and hills of northwest Connecticut.

Old pond along the Tunxis Trail

View toward Barkhamsted Reservoir

The humidity dropped by early afternoon after close to seven days of being present.  I had time after a longer Friday than normal at work to get to the Metacomet for a 3.5-mile run.

White Pine stand close to my routine turn-a-round

Impressive remains of an old stonewall

It is still a bit hot, about 93-degrees at 4:30 when I arrived at McLean.  I ran anyway, and I was thankful that I did...  an enjoyable 3.5-miles.

Over Bissell Brook, approaching 140' White Pine