Or shall be, soon. The Vernal Equinox occurs at 12:57 p.m. on March 20, and I intend to be hiking that day. Oh, I know the days won’t be balmy to begin with, but it seems as good a time as any to start. And I intend to finish the remaining parks between the Mississippi and Tennessee Rivers first. And, begin moving eastwards, finishing the hikes when it is warmest in the Appalachian Mountains. Besides, Rémy is ready:

Rémy thinks we should leave before he is consumed by the French Bulldog-eating fern, Gus.

Rémy thinks we should leave before he is consumed by the French Bulldog-eating asparagus fern, Gus.

Whom I named for the theatre cat. Gus appears to be currently reprising his role as Frierfrorefiddle, the Fiend of the Fell. Yes, definitely time to hit the trails again. The daffodils are blooming here, and in Tennessee, which I take as a good sign.

She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
“Winter is dead.”
― A.A. MilneWhen We Were Very Young

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