After four o'clock, orange becomes the dominant color. This is the Equestrian shelter through the trees as I hiked away from it.
Three o'clock in the afternoon. Kids and Moms just leaving the playground on the day before Thanksgiving. Can't believe how the area has been built up in the past thirteen years. No more Bader's Meat Market at Highway 100. Subdivisions, subdivisions, subdivisions.
I still get excited about the last little color in the woods. The leaves above almost looked like stained glass in the late afternoon sunlight.
Again, all of the orange.
Tall trees. I snapped this photo just at two families came close. Kids, dogs, slender, athletic wives in running clothes, talkative men with beginning beer bellies and full heads of hair. Wildwood people.
The shelter again--with its picnic tables and fire places. I had to second guess myself. Is this the shelter Lynnette and I had a fire in so long ago? I'd thought it was at the Beulah Shelter at Greensfelder.
This was obviously the front yard of someone's house or a CCC building. There were yucca plants and this stone wall. Reminded me of the Lost Valley Trail with all of its hidden remnants of towns.
Would be fun to have a fire here on a winter day after a hike.
Took me about one and a half hours for the two miles. I went slowly--didn't want to trip on the rocks under the leaves--and I was taking leisurely pictures. The longer equestrian trail crosses the Dogwood Trail--both trails are much better marked than they were twelve years ago when Katherine Hoelscher and I used to go hiking after work/school. She always liked exploring and taking the unmarked trails to see if her memory served her correctly. I also remember hiking here alone right before Thanksgiving--and seeing a deer.
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