The plan for yesterday, despite the weather, was to take Marge out to the woods again. My parents had someone coming over for some banking business, so I felt the best thing to do was to get out of the house.
Despite the overcast sky, the color was amazing! As soon as we set foot on the trail, vibrant shades of yellow hit us in the face. It is so fascinating to go to this place and watch it change through the seasons. Just a couple of months ago, the foliage was a dark green, and various species of mushroom were growing along the trail's edge. Now, the trees are much brighter and the floor is covered by yet a new layer of shed leaves.
Just like last time we hiked the Blue Trail, Pump House Pond loomed before us. The water danced from bank to bank as the strong wind pushed it. The color today was even more spectacular than it was last time, though the cloudy sky above it did darken the scene a bit.
Onward we marched. These three very dark-colored trees stood in an otherwise light-colored patch of the woods. I've often thought about how it might be interesting to begin to familiarize myself with the names of the different species growing here, but, for now, I'll just appreciate their beauty.
By about this point, the sounds of the maintenance on the adjacent golf course started to catch Marge's attention. She didn't get completely freaked out, but they did startle her. I wonder if I can attribute her somewhat dampened fear response to the 50 mg of L-Theanine she has been getting, but more on that next week. Of course, it is also entirely possible that the prospect of continuing to explore the woods was, for Marge, simply worth listening to the noise.
Just like last time, we made a second stop at the pond. We wandered slightly off-trail to explore the banks. Here, Marge looks out across the water. She was propped up on a recently downed tree.
And, in identical fashion, she took to the water yet again, despite the fact that the temperature was only about 60 degrees outside. She made sure not to go any farther than chest deep.
Here, she stands amid the collection of colorful leaves that have made their way into the pond...
The final stop on our trip was to another bank of Lake Ohrbach. The first trip we took to High Rock Park, we wandered all the way up to the other side. Due to my newfound full-adherence to the major trails, I chickened out of going too far up. As if you could get lost at a lake - in the city, no less!