This time along the Appalachian Trail by the side of the Housatonic River,  north out of Kent.

The snow was mostly gone,  although – as is the way with micro-climates – there were patches glazed with ice and slick with melting snow.  But mostly it was soggy and brown with leaves.

The  going was easy in spite of a  sockful of icy water from fording a swollen rill without a split log bridge.

At Stoney Brook  a lunch break was accompanied by a pileated woodpecker – its hammering silenced by the rush of the river and the brook tumbling over boulders.

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