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Climbin' a hill
On Sunday we climbed a ridge behind the house. It was about a 3-hour hike ... basically trailless wilderness. We enjoyed ourselves. The dogs enjoyed themselves more.
Nice view.
Birches on the hillside.
We came upon the secton marker for our survey area. Check out the date: 1912. The cap on top of the marker is apparently made out of lead. It says that there's a $250 fine for removing it. I suspect this was a lot more intimidating in 1912.
(When we got home, we looked up the exact location of that corner marker on our plat maps and discovered that we had not gone *nearly* as far as we thought we had. We thought we'd gone almost to the road that's on top of the hill. Actually, we had not even gone halfway to the road. We had a couple more hours of hiking ahead of us before we would've gotten there. I guess it's just as well that we didn't go on.)
Coming back down, we hit upon this amazing moose trail. It was cut down about 2 feet from the level of the ground. I guess all the moose take this route going into the valley. It took us right back down to the upper end of our road.
And, having very little to do with the hike ... I've noticed that in the evening sun, the combination of the golden fall grasses in the gravel pit and Lucky's long golden-retriever fur make him look *exactly* like a dog in a dog-food commercial when he runs about. I tried to take some pictures of him to capture that effect, but I couldn't get a good golden-halo picture. Still, here's one attempt.
Nice view.
Birches on the hillside.
We came upon the secton marker for our survey area. Check out the date: 1912. The cap on top of the marker is apparently made out of lead. It says that there's a $250 fine for removing it. I suspect this was a lot more intimidating in 1912.
(When we got home, we looked up the exact location of that corner marker on our plat maps and discovered that we had not gone *nearly* as far as we thought we had. We thought we'd gone almost to the road that's on top of the hill. Actually, we had not even gone halfway to the road. We had a couple more hours of hiking ahead of us before we would've gotten there. I guess it's just as well that we didn't go on.)
Coming back down, we hit upon this amazing moose trail. It was cut down about 2 feet from the level of the ground. I guess all the moose take this route going into the valley. It took us right back down to the upper end of our road.
And, having very little to do with the hike ... I've noticed that in the evening sun, the combination of the golden fall grasses in the gravel pit and Lucky's long golden-retriever fur make him look *exactly* like a dog in a dog-food commercial when he runs about. I tried to take some pictures of him to capture that effect, but I couldn't get a good golden-halo picture. Still, here's one attempt.
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Autumn *is* a lovely time, although the cold seems to be coming down really fast this year. I wouldn't be surprised if it warmed up a bit and gave us an "Indian summer" before the real winter comes upon us.
Being up in the hills, you'll be warmer than us in the valley(s), too.