I’ve heard tale of mythical entities from ages past that dwell deep in the woods of our fair state. If one hazards the trip to a certain mystical location along the banks of the Tidal River, you’ll be suddenly whisked away. No one knows for certain the final fate of these poor souls, but rumors persist that they can invariably be found on the opposite shore.
This ride starts on the Bloomfield green, then meanders through backroads in an all-out effort to avoid Cottage Grove Road. The charm point here is a sidewalk between Ellsworth and Eagleton, bridging the cavernous divide between cul-de-sacs and joining the disparate locations of Bloomfield and Windsor together as one.
As with all battles to avoid 218, this one ends in abject failure, but at least the crossing is purely lateral and, ignoring a stack of dismembered tree parts that absolutely should not be trespassed upon, we arrive at Windsor Meadows State Park.
Next we grit our teeth traversing the Bissell Bridge and Route 5 before ignoring the unrelenting quaintness of Glastonbury, slowly closing in on our destination…
Goal!
And with space warping magic…
Now we’re in Rocky Hill!
On the way home through Wethersfield, I’m delighted to find the town has been taken over by bicycles.
But this one’s both decorative and useful.
