Another You-Know-What

Today, instead of simply going on an everyday, ordinary walk, Sam and I decided to shake up our usual mundane, so-called "existence" by instead driving for close to an hour - then going on an hour-long walk at the Quabbin Reservoir- and then driving close to an hour to get back home.

I'm not sure what gave us more exercise- the three and a half to four miles we walked through the woods, over hilly terrain - or the seventy-five percent of the walk we spent swatting away at the black flies.

After today, I'm thinking that "Quabbin" must be the native American word for: These god damn black flies are eating me alive - especially my eyes! ESPECIALLY MY EYES!!!.  That's just a guess.

Anyway, it beat sitting at home.

As usual, here are a few photos...

   

Here's a photo taken just before we crossed the Winsor Dam. I like to look at this picture and pretend I'm on a deserted island, staring off into the distance. And when I finally see a ship on the horizon that looks as if it might be coming to rescue me, I run and hide before they can find me.

 

Proof that we were here. 

  

It was right about HERE that the black flies decided to attack.

 

  

A view of the Swift River. Nothing to say about this one.

Using the angle of the sun, along with the wind conditions, to calculate the estimated time it will take us to get back to the car - or playing Pokemon Go! You decide.

I debated about including this one. Then I debated about straightening and cropping it. Finally, I decided to leave it as it is. It's a photo of Sam swatting at the black files as we're walking back to the car.