It’s not unusual to see men jogging sans shirt, always a few on this trail. This guy got out of a bright red sports car, slathered on the sunscreen and hit the trail to get his tan on.
On the other end of semi-nudity, these two women were dressed as is their custom. I always wonder if they complain about the discomfort, they seemed to be enjoying the day.
I remember living in CT, and spending a great deal of winter inside gazing out the storm door while listening to the Beach Boys. If only I could live . . . dreams do come true.