Wild is the music of the autumnal winds amongst the faded woods. ~ William Wordsworth
We’re into the first week of October now. The temperature was in the mid-70’s under a bright blue sky making one wonder why would anyone want to live any where else? The trees are still a week or so away from full color, but it was pretty enough today. Seemed like a perfect day to drive eight miles straight north to our local state park . . .
If I were a bird, I would fly about the Earth seeking the successive autumns. ~ George Eliot.
[We drove into Lakeview Group Camp, where we spent an overnight with a group of friends a few years ago. We wandered around a bit, then walked the Hidden Lake Trail. The Super registered over 10,000 steps, so we got our walk in . . . ]
[On the way to the park, we took our usual route toward Carlos Creek Winery. This is a driveway along the way that is lined with red maples on both sides. Still waiting for full colors . . . ]
[Sights along Co. Rd. 34 . . . ]
[Co. Rd. 34 now heading north of the winery . . . ]
[The Super arrives at our parking spot with semi-Hidden Lake in the background . . . ]
[The cottage where we once overnighted . . . ]
[A Lake Carlos overlook . . . ]
[Looking south on Lake Carlos . . . ]
[The Carlos Marina on the NE side of the lake . . . ]
[Still in the Lakeview Group Camp . . . ]
[Baby bass basking in the clear water morning sun . . . ]
[And now hitting the trail . . . ]
[This tree surprisingly was still alive and full of “fun guys” . . . ]
[A fine example of modern art . . . ]
[Ditto . . . ]
[Where corn dogs are grown . . . ]
[On Co. Rd. 42, heading home . . . ]
[And that’s what it’s all about!]
Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter’s pretty lousy, but I hate Spring. ~ Dorothy Parker
And all at once, summer collapsed into fall. ~ Oscar Wilde
Up Next: New toilets?