|Watching the world go by.|
More walk/run this was the first time I wasn't desperately wishing for the walk break. The weather is more conducive to running which I'll attribute to the wanting to continue to run/not feeling like I needed a break after a whopping 3 minutes and 30 seconds of running.
Tuesday (2) If I take the long way to the cafeteria it is a mile walk. My knees were feeling yesterdays 3.5 miles. Wonderful... Jax and I went on a stroll after I got home from work. Fortunately neither outing ended up in getting soaked by rain. I guess this is the remnants of Florence moving north then east, and like a N'or Easter it does come in bands it can be bright and sunny one minute and pouring the next. I should have snapped a photo of the radar, it really is amazing how it comes through in waves or rather bands.
|What's going on out there?|
OMG he is so spoiled.
Wednesday (1) Well a mile is a mile, right? Feeling like the inside of my skin is a the outside of a porcupine makes moving not very appealing. Guess that's better than not wanting to be touched, and not just by people, by clothes? Think it's the change in weather.
|A little Spud through the trees.|
Thursday (1) Got my mile! Woo hoo! Breaking all sorts of records aren't I?
|Winhall Brook in Winhall Brook Campground|
Friday (1) I thought we were leaving early, Dave said we discussed it and we were leaving later. OK. My mind gets foggy from time to time, perhaps we did, perhaps we didn't. It's been a bad Auto Immune week, so who knows, I went to work, no reason to waste a vacation day.
|Thought this was a cool tree along the North side of the West River Rail Trail|
We left a bit before 4:00 p.m. and got to Winhall Brook Campground in South Londonderry, VT about 8:30 p.m. We dilly dallied around with dinner and grocery shopping along the way. This was a super easy place to park the camper at night. Very big open field. Electricity and water were our luxuries this weekend. Although water still needed to be used judiciously because there wasn't also a sewer so no long showers, just the usual quick rinse. 6 gallons of water in a minute is really a lot of water, and consider the grey tank holds 21 gallons, get in soap up rinse off and get out is the only option, unless you go to the pay shower. With the temperature getting down into the low 40's it would be nice to use the heat.
|Watching the world go by|
There are two options a heat pump (electric) or the furnace (propane). Being able to experiment with both, we prefer the propane it is much quieter and heats more evenly, plus it is drier so we don't have to deal with moisture accumulating. Moisture is evil to campers, they are made with such light weight materials many things can go wrong with extended moisture.
Dave opted for this place and the open camping versus wooded because it is cooler now and the sun would be welcome. It was like staying at the Ritz with electricity.
Saturday (9) We ended up not using the heat on Friday night, it didn't get much below 50 and we left a window open, plus it was nice to hear Winhall Brook. The morning greeted us with fog over the valley, very pretty. Dave went to Killington for some down hill riding. Jax and I had a long post his breakfast pre my breakfast wander around the campground. He has so much more energy with the cooler weather.
Jax and I went to the north side of the campground to walk on the West River Rail Trail. We found both the lower and the upper trail and saw only one person for the 5 miles we walked/hiked/adventured. He got a little goofy which is nice to see. Kind of a cross between Diesel's galloping goofball move and Gizmo's four paw drive. (video above)
|Lye Brook Falls,|
We napped and Dave texted he was having all sorts of mechanical issues and would be later than he thought.
|West River (north side trail)|
Sunday (6 7) The morning we went on a hike to Lye Brook Falls, that was nice, a very easy uphill to the falls and some time to check them out, rocks and water, woo hoo Jax says... we thought it was pretty. Jax really wanted to see what that clump of white stuff was about 10 feet off trail. We were pretty sure we knew what it was and why didn't the person bury it? Guess the humans and the dog were at odds with what was interesting?
I took a bike ride on the south side of the West River Rail trail, about 2ish miles in it became single track, steep climb then gentle, then the trail markers got really confusing and I was riding through a lot of mud, I lost the trail, no one should be surprised by this. Eventually I found it again and it was nice until it wasn't. I wasn't in the mood for single track but did have fun carrying Barney down some stair to see Angel Falls, across a stone bridge while trying to not fall into the brook, and ride a little ways down the rail trail till I decided I'd had enough of that nonsense and rode back to where I saw a bench over looking the West River and had a seat for a bit and enjoyed the view. I have nothing to prove to anyone or a requirement for doing anything. There were a bunch of people hanging out at the falls, otherwise I would have taken a picture. The falls looked like angel wings to me, I found some pictures on the inter-webs. Not a fan of the slow shutter speed to make the water look all smokey, you can get the jist of it and see the wings.
|Bear crossing the road South Londonderry, VT|
Pretty full day, especially after not sleeping well on Saturday because of the loud heat pump kicking and Dave deciding 8:30 p.m. was a good time for coffee. Gak.
|Milk Snake at the Ball Mountain Dam|
The Vermont Spinnery Weekend wool is so nice to work with, I'm nearly over how much the wool cost me, knowing the pattern and the wool will work well together. The pocket backs are now installed in the sweater and I have a few more rows of ribbing before I start on the cable pattern.
"Where the Lost Girls Go"
by R.J. Noonan
Status: In progress
I'm slowly making my way through this until something better comes along in my audio cue. It is starting to get interesting with a detective finding one of the Lost Girls, and her supervisor unearthing some suspicious behavior of his supervisor.
"The Ragged Edge of Night"
by Olivia Hawker
A friar stripped of his place, and his students murdered, by the Nazis is trying to find his place in the world, answers a want ad for a husband in name only to help a widow raise her three children. Very interesting.
I never could get my old Kindle to come back to life and an awesome sale on Kindle Paperwhite magically appeared in my inbox, so I have a new Kindle that talks to the computer and talks to the Fire and talks to Goodreads. I know I should be very scared of all this electronic talking. Especially after talking about tires with Dave over dinner both our computers had advertisements for tires....
I'm not keeping very close track of mileage, I check the totals in Strava from time to time, and don't do comparisons to last year and previous years. Unfortunately, as part of the corporate insurance we have things to do (physicals, blood work, fall and spring step challenge) this all amounts to $500 a lot of freaking money in my mind. The problem is $200 of it is questionable in achieving because my authoritative source for activity (steps) isn't one on their list. I like my Polar watch, I could fetch the Garmins I gave away, nahhhh... Guess I have to figure out how to make this work so I don't loose the $$$ or my mind in tracking steps. Stupid if you ask me, even though my activity level is half or less of what it was last year I'm still an over achiever of the rank and file. Yeah, so that was a little self congratulatory and annoying, but seriously, I am on a tough course coming to grips with what my declining health and advancing age are doing to my endurance, humor me, please.
Beth, happy she can at least run once a week, while there are others who can't even run at all.