I took a solo wander yesterday down through Portland, across the ailing Arrigoni Bridge to Middletown, then up to Hartford. Much of this was retracing my old tracks, but I'm always impressed how easy it is, with a bike and little time constraint, to find something previously untraveled. Yesterday, that something was Watrous Park in Cromwell.
The park is a mix of playing fields, pavilions, a skate park, and lots of woods with some trails. That last part of the list was of the most interest to me as I worked my way north. From those trails, I connected to a gas line cut, which brought me to open fields with a solid road meandering this way and that. Eventually, all this delivered me to Brook St, over a mile north of where I entered the park, yippee!
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who knew watrous park was synonymous with prositution
Let's not jump to conclusions; maybe she was reading it on her lunch break.
I visited watrous park on the way home from my ride you and peter back in february. snow cover prevented me from exploring the trails.
I thought the rule was that all cleavage shots had to be at least superimposed over a bicycle.
obviously, you didn't click any of the links.
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