The water’s really not THAT cold, I mumbled last Jan. 1, while running with a lemming-like mob toward frigid Palmer Cove in Noank.
I’ve been telling myself the same lie every New Year’s Day, and every.
During late-summer droughts, sections of the Wood River slow to a trickle, barely flowing through one of Rhode Island’s most resplendent natural areas, Stepstone Falls.
But after last week’s powerful.
As friends and I hiked on a hilly path at Arcadia Management Area last week, late-afternoon sunlight that slanted through evergreens bathed the forest in iridescent shades of emerald.
Gazing at verdan.