(Pictures and some sparse words I scribbled down while we were there....some of which actually match up with the pictures I took, but most of which don't....click to make 'em bigger.)
Wind roaring-rolling up and down the hills through the trees.
Moe trying to catch little sparks from the fire.
Slightly creepy being out alone in the woods.
Thin, blinding November sunlight.
So much quiet--hard to be without the gizmos and noises and constant entertainment.