There is nothing like the appeal of a walk in the forest, and it is even more enticing when it is "asleep", so-to-speak, settling down for the winter. Fir needles have softened to a plush, aromatic carpet, squirrels and chipmunks grab pinecones with urgency, rivers run fuller from autumn rains, and the air seems more still all around.
We pulled into a campground to get close to the river. Sturdy picnic tables had cloths of fallen leaves in tapestries of gold and red; fire pits were filled with cold ashes. It was all ours!
Just a little bit of orange-red remained at river's edge:
We kept an eye out for bears that might have a hankering for a berry and a cool drink.
(but what would we have done if one came?)
The view upriver:
The literal end of the road is at Salmon LaSac, which is just a wilderness area with many trailheads.
Walking a bit, we came across these old vacant cabins. It was river-rock chimney that caught our attention.
I wonder how many generations have kept the homefires burning here, come summertime?
The view from the front porch:
1 comment:
Lovely! I love your first shot with the leaves and the slowed water behind. Just a lovely contrast. I can put myself right back there, seeing these photos. Really like the porch shot...I remember seeing you checking it out.
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