When I returned home from work with a pint of ice cream in hand, Jeanine shamed me into getting some exercise to offset the caloric damage. I completed a four-mile walk along our new (although technically still not open) rail trail.  I pause for some drone photography of the adjacent wetlands.  When we moved to Concord some 15 years ago, this was a field.  Amazing how a couple of beavers can transform the landscape.

My stroll took me past White Pond where the kids used to swim as youngsters.