this post, and I don't know where that Connecticut went. For a few years now it's felt as if the state has been bouncing from disaster to disaster, like a boat hurtling down a river too fast and repeatedly getting snagged on something terrible. But that's probably just reality catching up to us. That moment when I wrote that post in 2010 was probably just an anomaly, or a fantasy.
And yet, so much of this place is calm still, and quiet. So much of the landscape is reliably populated with glacial erratics and little streams and fallen trees and heard-but-not-seen creatures in the woods.
Rockland Preserve, in Madison, is as good a place as any to remember that, when you're about to forget.