Proof

Connecticut, Central Connecticut in particular, has been sort of the protected rider if you will of N.E. States. We haven't had the snow of any of our surrounding states. Hell, our rain total pales in comparison to even the CT shoreline. An Island of fair weather.
What this leads to is early exceptional trail conditions. With the exception of a a few of the usual suspects trail conditions are as good as they get on my home turf.
On Sunday I had the opportunity to share them with James and Josh as they escaped the still thawing frost heave which is NW CT (amazing what a difference 1000' of elevation makes).
Now I have no photographic proof that anyone actually rode with me Sunday, so you'll just have to take my word for it.
Josh showed us what skill and a derailleur can do for you on a couple of technical walls. We all made the chute on "little Moab" at the res (riding up it), and all conquered the "Fixer" (new log skinny made by stitch), Josh launching impressively off the end of it. So far my batting average against the "Fixer" is 2&2. Again no proof that these things really happened, but there were a couple guys loitering at the "fixer", so maybe tales of our feats of strength will be confirmed...or not.
James goaded my ego into riding what I thought was an impossible drop by riding it without hesitation.
All I have to prove these things actually happened, or could have happened as described is this gps report, and this picture of the sandwich I ate afterward.
It was very good.