Starting out there were pools in the fields that the path cuts through, but nothing too unavoidable. I was optomistic about my dry feet. We made fairly good time (about 2 something miles an hour) only stopping a couple times to explore/snack/trade Nathaniel carrying. Most of the time the path just wrapped along the river but at it's most magical point it pulled off into the woods and both sides of it were lined with black berry bushes. Every one of those bushes is noted in my brain for if we get to come back here during the Summer.
Wrapping with the river, passing a few locks and detouring around a point in the trail that required traipsing through backyards and stepping precariously over fences that stretched out into the water, we quickened our pace to match the setting of the sun. Passing a small hill we come upon the north west side of the reservoir. We only went up to the rim shortly because it wasn't very pretty and there were cars up there, but we did get a view of this:
If it wasn't for the great desire to keep such a nasty substance off of my borrowed coat, I probably would have fallen. Alas, I made it out and the trip was more epic which was worth the muddy shoes inside and out. Once we got home we had nice warm showers and I said to Jonathan "You know it's bad when your feet get muddy even when you're wearing shoes and socks." We finished the night off with Tortellini and story swapping with Joelle who had taken an adventure day of her own, then laid our weary bones down to rest.