Part of Connecticut was hiked. Actually I was kinda happy with the pace I was developing, and the growing sense of 'I might be able to do this.'
There was a guy that I couldn't seem to shake. Eventhough he should have been able to out pace me, every night he would be at the shelter I was planning on sleeping in. (And yes, I know now it likely had nothing to do with me but at the time it seemed connected.)
So when a friend called and asked if I would hike with her from Massachusetts to Maine which would mean skipping about 54 miles of Connecticut I said yes. (34 miles of this were hiked this fall and the last 20 will be an overnight spring hike in 2016).
This bridge is in southern Massachusetts, the state of mud ( not to be mistaken with Vermont, Vermud or the state of very much mud). I liked bridges. They were rarely covered in mud unlike everything else.