Confessions of a Leaf Peeper

Bike + Farmington Canal Trail = Lots of Peepage

I think I might have a problem. 

I skipped out on a [non-class] lecture yesterday. I had been planning to go for a week or so. I even got in my car to go there. But instead of turning leftt on Whitney to head down to Luce Hall, Sprout [my car] went right. It was as if the car was operating by some unseen force . . . independent of my will and caving to temptation, my hands turned the steering wheel away from the straight and narrow toward the wide path north out of the Haven. 

The desire to see lady nature reveal herself simply proved too tantalizing to resist. Enthralled with her charms, I hopped on my bike with camera in tow and lost myself in the pleasure of an autumn day in New England.

Coming to terms with these choices has been a rough but necessary step in the healing process. It is time that I declare the truth to the world. I am a leaf peeper through and through . . . and I'm darn proud of it.