After a brief night in a disgusting motel in Clifton, MA (the cheapest I could find at the last minute), I headed down I-395 to snag my last high point. The highway was lined with bright broadleafed trees--I'd left the north woods behind in Maine--and traffic was light for a Saturday morning. I drove for several minutes through extreme-eastern Connecticut, then exited onto SR-101 and made a beeline for the border.
Jerimoth Hill was just a few minutes past it, atop a rise in the road:
Trees sealed off most of the view, but a glance down the road-cut revealed the distant hills of Connecticut:
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| On par with the view from Campbell Hill, I'd say. |
A path beside the sign led into the piney woods atop the Hill:
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| Quite tame, compared to yesterday's hike. |
I grabbed my camera and the Lars and walked right in.
Ten years ago I could have been shot for doing that.
