I was on the road at 5, started to walk in by 8:30. In the late winter snowiness I was totally lost in a place I've been 4 or so times. I walked 20 minutes in the wrong direction to start out the day. This was my first day on a newly healed broken ankle, but luckily it held up.
I managed to take a few photographs. Here they are. Not sure how that little piece of cellophane (it's not a san juan worm) got on my otherwise pretty fish, kinda junks up the picture. Man, it was nice to drift north of the rust belt for a spell.