Snow flurries on a Sunday afternoon. Time for a pre-SuperBowl Male Bonding Experience with the dad! The PT Cruiser has been fitted out to set sail for Terra Incognita.
Okay, we'll ditch the silly hat!
After a fearsome journey of many leagues, we arrive at our destination.
Back in Colonial Times (when the Brits forced us to be civilized), there was a barge canal that carried the necessities of life from New Haven (on Long Island Sound) to Farmington (not far from Hartford). The canal has silted in, but the horse-path is now a greenway for bikers, rollerbladers, and Kerry Blue Terriers.
The old locks are still there, and the canal, currently frozen-over, does support a population of ducks, muskrat, geese, and wooly mammoths.
The dad told me that this was a lock...but I'm confused. Why did they have to lock it? To keep the airedales out?
Seems like a lot of this stuff happened before I was born. I'll bet this place even pre-dates Britney Spears!
C'Mon, Dad--let's get moving! There've gotta be hot chicks taking a Sunday walk. Did I ever tell you about that cute little Welsh terrier?
YeGads! You didn't tell me it was going to be DANGEROUS! Lions and tigers and swans, Oh My...
Okay, that was a bit of a let-down!
It's pretty, in a bucolic sort of way...folks must have been awfully lonely around here, though!
They have these benches to sit on, donated by the relatives of people who read William Blake. A good sign!
So far, I've met a golden retriever, a German shorthaired pointer, and a pit bull; and I've scared the living daylights out of all of 'em! I love my work!
Wonder what Dad's planning for dinner... I'd really like to try canard à l'orange, with a good Chardonnay!
Wow--those are BIG timbers for moving the old lock doors! I've heard stories they used animals for slave labor in those days!
Okay--we've walked about two miles! This frozen canal is getting old, and I'm hungry!
That's better! I'll just take a nap on the way home and dream of that roast duck!