LAKE GLOOMYRAINY AGAIN
Our first foray out took us far. The fields
were wide and open, and some twenty listless
cows mulched calmly in their pasture. Nice
picture, for one who sought. A week later,
all different again : the winds had brought
a large tree down - broken a massive
limb anyway. The trail was 'obfuscated,'
more than usual anyway. Little was said
about that. 'All these German names,'
you mentioned, 'it must have been
different here.' I agreed, saying, 'They
don't call this Bavarian Hill Road for
nothing.'
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