Hate to go on and on about weather, but it does seem to b e a big part of my life these days. We were up and out early, a little after 6, to avoid the humidity and heat that we expected later. Worked like a charm. Lots of energy going up Lookout Hill. NOT A SINGLE CRACK BAG!!! Lots of bottles and cups and those sweet cigar wrappers, which I did pick up. Nice young man sitting on the steps contemplating the morning or his life or whatever offered to help and did. We commiserated on whay can't people take their trash to the cans - they're at the top and the bottom, not so far away.
Four people on the top of the hill doing morning exercises! Not a group, just four individuals having their morning routines. It is such a beautiful location, being the tallest spot in Brooklyn and all.
Almost no other dogs out - maybe 3 in each meadow that we visited (Nethermead and Peninsula). They started arriving in bulk as we left, just before 8. No geese in sight when we arrived - they don't sleep near the beach. And no beautiful cormorants this morning.
Panic near the Boathouse - we saw only one big, gray, fuzzy cygnet! Looked all over, finally spotted the rest of the family coming towards the lone, independent early riser. What a relief!
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