The Housatonic is low in its stony bed, and crayfish scuttle in the shallows. Elias and I drove down River Rd. on the East bank of the river between Falls Village and West Cornwall, watching herons stalk and fly fishermen casting at shadows. It was a warm, clear Autumn day and the though the land is very very dry and we could really use the rain we were happy for the lovely weather and some time just the two of us.
Elias is a great hiker, so we went to Kent Falls, where water cascades and pools over marble terraces and through a Hemlock studded ravine. The falls were muted but still impressive as they poured through clefts in stone. These are the most accessible waterfalls in this part of the Litchfield Hills, though I am partial to the ones that are more seldom visited along the Taconic Plateau: Sages Ravine above all. Still, I would have a hard time with a four year old in the primeval gorge of Sages (tried it once with Em and Eli and gripped each tightly by the hand the whole, slippery way). He mountain goated his way up and enjoyed every overlook and stepping stone.
We're home again, with low angle afternoon sunlight shining through the backyard windows. Mother and sister will be back from shopping in time for dinner, and we'll be glad to see them, but Dad and lad have had a banner day.