Spooky . . .

"BOO!" I say, while haunting the grounds of Bishop's Orchards

Has it really been two months in New Haven already? Spooky how time flies, isn't it?

I'm in a good groove here. Classes are going well, people have good stories, and there is always something going on: Rockin' the snowboard and trashing the covenant. Much yogging and other such athletic nonsense. Good music, great food, and the occasional frivolity.

All of that, plus the much fabled Autumn in New England is starting to reach its peak intensity. With sleeping giants to climb and pumpkins to pick 'tis a wonderous place indeed. This is the good life . . .

Lookout Tower on Sleeping Giant

The view from the top, with New Haven & The Sound in the distance.

Does it get any more Autumnal-New-England-y than this? I think not.