in this (my) neighborhood pt. 138 (last open gap)


Bridge of Flowers, Simsbury, CT.

Rolling through Blue Hills neighborhood north of Hartford, CT.

The Connecticut River, near Wilson, CT.

The Capt. John Bissel Trail runs parallel to Interstate 291, South Windsor, CT.

On the East Coast Greenway in Manchester, CT.

Greenway kiosk at Manchester Community College, Manchester, CT.

Lunch break before tackling a 10% grade hill going into Bolton, CT.
Bolton Town Green. Bolton, CT.
Strong Porter House, c. 1730. Coventry, CT.

The Nathan Hale Homestead, Coventry, CT.

Time for a Nerds and Celsius break in Coventry, CT.

The Nathan Hale Memorial and Cemetery, South Coventry, CT.

Unimproved road riding near Stoors Mansfield, CT.

Dairy farm near Stoors Mansfield, CT.

Nice spot for a break in the shade, Mansfield, CT.

The destination for tonight in Mansfield, CT.

The original building that several iterations of owners of the Stone Arches have improved upon dates back to 1694. Mansfield, CT.

Stone Arches Bed and Breakfast, Mansfield, CT.

Day 26:
Start: Simsbury, CT.
Finish: Mansfield, CT.
Miles: 45.2

Tomorrow I stitch the last open gap on this East Coast Trail / Atlantic Coast Route tour. But it won’t be in Putnam, CT, but at Woodstock, CT — the northernmost point where last years tour rolled through in Connecticut before turning west.

Once I reach Woodstock I will have technically finished piecing together the entire East Coast trails over the last two years. But I’ll continue riding to Worcester, Massachusetts today, and take the commuter train home from there, and consider continuing into Maine (I’ve done this twice before) — and how I’ll do it, and how far to go. Stay tuned.

What I’m Reading:

I collected the intensifiers of lightning
And | circled | them around me.
I named my seven sons
And then blew up their phones.

— Sara Deniz Akant / “War Poem”

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About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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