McLean Game Refuge - Simsbury/Granby

Last Friday, I went cross-country skiing at McLean Game Refuge. I've been there twice and I still haven't seen the whole place. The woodsman road was wide and gently sloping, perfect for skiing even if the messy pines left their needles and pinecones all over the snow. Someone in the parking lot mentioned seeing what they thought was a bear. It was an exceptionally warm day and there are bears in the area, but I just read they den from late November until mid-March, so who knows. That tall box on a pole was a bat condominium.

Today, I should finish improvements to the end of the presentation. I made some minor modifications to a Halloween costume and found some dazzling glitter foam. I LOVE this foam. It's so kid-friendly. Once that is done, my next conquest will be finding a new venue.

Last night I was thinking about time. Time is a good friend when it's used to craft and sculpt a piece of writing. But time is not a friend when it slips away too fast. Although I am very happy that my article is out, I don't get a sense that it represents the time and effort that went into it. Such is life.

Today, I went back into the woods for more cross-country skiing. Enroute, we saw a deer and stopped to snap a picture. I rolled down the window and leaned out to take the shot. Walt beeped the horn in hopes that the deer would turn to face us, but it did not. After 2.5 hours on the trails at Fenton-Ruby Park in Willington, we were exhausted. On the way home, we drove by the field with the deer. It was still there--in the exact same spot. It was fake. LOL. Boy did we feel stupid.

Today, I had great fun breaking trail on cross-country skis at Gay City State Park. As I sliced through fresh powder in the silent snowy woods, I thought about an idea I had in mid 2007. It took me until early 2009 to get moving on it and I'm hoping 2010 brings it to fruition. Knowing all that time slipped through my fingertips is discouraging. At day's end, I captured the sun setting from my front steps.