I have been neglecting the trail. It saw a lot of use over the summer months, but it's been so mucky over the winter that I hadn't been up there to see either of the streams flowing. The first bridge covers a very modest trickle, but the second was much more impressive.
Gaylin came with me, and I carried a whistle due to my brand new fear of being mauled. She kept watch as I ditched my socks, as I have a hard time staying out of the water.
It was COLD!!!!!!
We took the extended trail and stopped at Pinehenge and the swings, both of which were new stops for Gaylin. Other than the patch or two in the maintenance yard, I think this is the only snow left at camp.
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