The last day of winter, the first day of spring

Taylor and I decided to spend the last day of winter sloshing though a bog in the Blue Hills Reservation. You can enjoy the hike vicareously below. All I have to say is, "thank God for waterproof boots." We in very cold water up to our ankles repeatedly.

An ironic twist is that the last day of winter was warmer than the first day of spring, but it appears that mother nature is only one day behind schedule.

Wed	Thurs	Fri	Sat
35° 31°	55° 42°	60° 32°	51° 31°

I know I'm ready for spring.


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On an unrelated note, I found the end of the Internet. Kinda sad, really.