Jeff Spring is right around the corner.

Finally feels like maybe this winter is breaking up a bit.

Not a bad day to be standing by the Connecticut River here in Suffield.

Not a bad day at all.

Snow's melting away, and I wasn't sure we'd survive that brutal winter.

I was looking bleak there for a while.

Very bleak. Very was looking bleak there for a while. Very bleak.

Very, very bleak.

Yeah, I don't like the way you just said very bleak.

Kind of ominous.

I can't help it, Ray.

Sometimes it feels like we're near the end.

And I get that.

The winter weather, the state of the world, it can get you down.

All right. Well, now I'm depressed. Me too. But the good news is we've come to the right place for that. Oh, I'll sell. Well, you see that large island in the middle of the river right in front of us? I do. It's called King's Island. But it used to be known as Terry Island, but that's not the point. We've come to Suffield, Connecticut, because it was on this island in front of us

that a large group of people once gathered to await the end of the world.

Hello, I'm Jeff Belanger.

And I'm Ray Osier. Welcome to episode 437 of the New England Legends podcast. Thanks for joining us on our mission of

Chronicle every strange legend in New England one story at a time. Did you know most of our story leads

come from you? This one did. Thanks to Tim Casey of the Suffield, Connecticut Historical Society

for tipping us off on this one.

If you've got a story lead for us, contact us anytime through our website. We'll go exploring

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