• Erik Schutz

TNR at the Jungle


We can't ride there yet, but we watch Mt. Ascutney go green. Has winter finally come to an end? White gone to silver Silver tinged red A motley gang of greens contend, Olive, Kelly, jade, mint, teal Blue spruce, chartreuse The hues let loose! Slowly, they ascend, To hemlock defer, To pine, to fir Then ripen to an emerald blend Great, grassy fingers hold a story Of ventures past and former glory Sport and fun Joy and sorrow Hope and challenge for tomorrow The canopy betrays some shards of gray Vast slabs and hoary precipices Calling us to clamber On proud cliffs and in shy crevices. Beneath the blanket, boulders beckon Toppled from their craggy perches By forces we can barely reckon They now rest among the birches And from the stone, meltwater drips Soaks through mosses, seeps and trickles Rolls through rills Over rocks, it rumbles Tumbles into pools, and leaves in ripples Feeding forest ferns, sedge, foliage and lichen Inviting walking, running, hiking Tracking fauna, birding, biking Bushwhack, trail work, dog walk, liking Just sitting on a rock to savor every minute Feel the moment Linger in it Summer slides, and soon Too soon With fading moon Sun breaks above a white fog mantle Crisp, blue and clear And as I feared Imperfection in the scenery! Bright and bold, a fleck of gold Cries out against the greenery Quick! a picnic, climb, or scramble! Grab for all the green that you can handle!

We ride from Jake's house. Bring a beverage that goes well with Jakes smoked chicken after the ride

84 Parrish View Rd., West Windsor Meet at 5:45, ride at 6:00

Evidently Google Maps doesn't have the address. Paste in the co-ordinates 43.515458998925,-72.485905899414,


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