Go Kayak Go

Here's possibly the best morning I've had outdoors in Connecticut: Sunday, out at the mouth of the Hammonasset River east of here, renting kayaks with Stu and Emily and paddling all around a bunch of marshes and marinas for three or four hours. We had elementary-school-style bag lunches right about when the shoulder going was finally getting tough, on a slender strand of beach on a soundside jut of land. The threat of possible rain never materialized; despite not being all that far from other people there was a pleasing feeling of seclusion.

The key, I think, to living in Connecticut is to stock up on outdoor enjoyment in the summer and fall and then try to ride out the winter on university classical concerts.