Little Gunpowder Falls or Lotsa Green Foliage. In either case, it was a nice day for a hike. A few mountain bikes and a couple joggers. Otherwise very peaceful.
Some tall trees and a lot of dead trees lying about. Kathy said it looked like a tornado rolled thru here.
About at this point you can no longer hear the traffic on Belair Rd.
Ha! A behind the head selfie!
Right about here my camera started acting up. The lens cover wasn’t opening all the way upon start up? Well, it has lasted about 5 years.
Molly. She never wants to stop. Her longest walk with us was about 8 miles. Not only does she keep up, she just keeps on going.
This guy was moving a little slow. Water was chilly.
Kathy’s mushroom condo.
The veins almost look painted onto the leaf.
Art in the park.
If a tree falls in the woods and nobody’s around to hear it, does it still make a noise? Even though this one is long and skinny, it hit with some force, to cut thru that berm. I thought the berm was man made for a mill. (mill race) But I don’t think so. The Gunpowders overflow their banks with a tremendous amount of force, cutting new paths with every storm.
The stream to the right and the berm to the left.
More art in the park.