Monthly adventure

 The house cleaners were here this morning. So an outdoor time was needed. And though the day started out grim and dark and rainy, it suddenly broke out into sun and wind, and after a couple of boring errands, I was able to get to Plainsboro Pond, and do the walk of what used to be known as the Island.

This is the way in from the main road, the official entrance, I suppose.  Great caution is to be observed here, because of the flock of Canada geese, who love it here, reproduce like mad, since they're protected, and make walking a hazardous endeavor, and you have to watch you don't skid.

This is a lovely walking path, water on both sides, different view every time you turn your head. Several runners today and one old party creaking along on an ancient bicycle, having a fine time.

View looking left.  A lot of people living over there have kayaks they put on the pond in season.

View looking right.  I really love to see sun sparkling on the water where the wind is whipping it up

Worlds of interest underfoot, too, this being a damp area, plenty of lichen and fungi and tiny plants

Getting near the end of the path now

And the bridge, looking like something from an impressionist painting.  Before this was built, the piece of land we just walked on was a peninsula, very safe for letting dogs run.  I had a couple of dogs accidentally learn to swim by not realizing the land was coming to an end, and they flung themselves into the water.  One couldn't wait to get back in, loved it.  The other was furious, very offended, demanded to be fished out again NOW and never willingly went in water again.

Now, with the bridge joining to a long walking path for runners, walkers, bicycles, running several miles, it's become a favorite place. No dog running now, though. It was windy today, but the trees on both sides of the path create a shelter from the wind, very welcome to this walker this morning.  Once across the bridge, I turned and retraced my steps back to the other end, because that's where I was parked.  Sometimes I do this walk the other way, park on the street you saw earlier, then start at the bridge, and end at the entrance, then loop back.  It's a couple of miles, I suppose, round trip.  Long time since I measured it with a pedometer.