Lovely. But a lot of green stuff. A lot. This is apparently not a maintained trail. In March the trail was easily followable: trail in the middle with some little plants on either side. This time around there were a couple spots where we had to trust that Eliza was accurately following the real trail. (She's short. The waist-high foliage that droops obscured the trail for us, but she's below the droopage point and so just went on full-bore.) And here I am with our most indispensable piece of trail equipment: the stick.
It kept us from walking through tons and tons of spiderwebs. Instead we only walked through tons. And Bill says I was constantly throwing spiders back at him by swinging the stick. But still, the stick was appreciated.
Did I mention this is not a maintained trail? Here's a bridge along the trail. Or it was. Once.
I know this picture is terrible; the dog pulled my hand as I was taking it.
So I'll tell you, it's a bridge, on it's side. The part you can see is the hand railing.
Not that we didn't have a good time. It was an adventure. A hero's trek. And the highlight of the week for at least one of us.
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