We went on an evening hike. The clouds had mostly gone and the sun was out.
I'd been listening to Wagner all week, so the woods in my mind echoed with heroic strains.
There were mushrooms. I think the one I saw is called bird's cup. The failing light confused the auto-focus on my camera.
Many folks were on the trail. Most of them seemed to be under eighteen.
And we made it back to the car before the sun set.
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