Sandy and I and Anne, a new co-worker, went on a short hike on the Reedy Fork Trail, one of Greensboro’s many trails around our reservoir lakes.
Love this running cedar.
Either we took a wrong turn or the trail vanished. It was in need of maintenance. We ended up crossing a power line right-of-way, in which I identified several dye plants and found a bouquet’s worth of hawk feathers.
Even the scrubby potholed service road leading back to the swampy area was interesting. Just the place to shoot an old refrigerator full of holes.
We followed the creek back to the trail and there were lots of trees felled by beavers.
I found a huge grapevine to swing on. My new friend found out just how silly I can be.
That’s not pink. I don’t wear pink. It is “tomato.”