This Sunday, friends and I plan to start the New Year the same way we’ve kicked off every Jan. 1 for more than half a century: with a joyous dash and frigid splash.
Four buddies carried out southeaste.
Whenever I feel hemmed in by development, get stuck in traffic, or simply crave a quiet walk in the woods, I head to Pachaug State Forest, a lush, hilly, serene swath that spreads out over 27,000 acre.
After three of us scrambled this week up a series of rocky ridges leading to a modest summit generously called Popp Mountain, we caught a distant glimpse of a glittering body of water.
This was the Sa.
Mention that you plan to climb Bear Mountain, and someone might ask, “Which one?”
That’s because there are 144 summits with that name in 34 states, including two in Connecticut.
When friends and I set.
As the sun dipped below the west shore of Enders Island last Saturday, our group of nine sea kayakers clicked on lights strapped to the decks of our vessels and began paddling north on the Mystic Rive.