Sunday morning...
At last, I remembered to take my camera with me on a sojourn through the woods. The morning haze was lifting with the sun as I headed out the door.
We live one mile from the eastern perimeter of Cuivre River State Park, which offers many trails to choose from.
There is newer trail spur that leads to a parcel of land, which I'm told was donated by a family who spent summers in the area until a decade ago. This spot overlooks a lake filled with jumping fish.
Picnic shelters in varying states of decay are sprinkled across the little peninsula, as well as a bathhouse and garage. It's intriguing, and a little spooky, to visit the remnants of their summer place.
A few more photos can be seen on my Flickr account: http://www.flickr.com/photos/20201040@N08/
At last, I remembered to take my camera with me on a sojourn through the woods. The morning haze was lifting with the sun as I headed out the door.
We live one mile from the eastern perimeter of Cuivre River State Park, which offers many trails to choose from.
There is newer trail spur that leads to a parcel of land, which I'm told was donated by a family who spent summers in the area until a decade ago. This spot overlooks a lake filled with jumping fish.
Picnic shelters in varying states of decay are sprinkled across the little peninsula, as well as a bathhouse and garage. It's intriguing, and a little spooky, to visit the remnants of their summer place.
A few more photos can be seen on my Flickr account: http://www.flickr.com/photos/20201040@N08/
