A friend said this is about the time when I would start feeling like the year was slipping away, and she was right. I find myself thinking about what I'll miss and trying to memorize the little things that make up my life here. As with Ithaca, what I will miss the most is water. Here are a few photos, which can be enlarged with a click.
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looking toward the campground and woods where I run |
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just east of the campground - notice how the wind was so strong it blew the ice into shards |
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