The weekend after we got back from our trip out West, we continued our weekend journeys into the natural areas around us. We wanted to continue hiking (and biking) on the weekends. We want to work on our strength, stamina, and endurance skills. And after being at such a high elevation, we felt the need for grounding ourselves here in Virginia. We were coming down from a somewhat spiritual adventure, and we needed to touch base with the sacred here at home. We headed back out to Northwest River Park, hoping that we weren’t too late to witness the lovely Autumn colors.
This is a bizarre fungus on a tree, unlike any growth we’ve seen before. While it has a mushroom consistency, it is very hairylike.
We were not at all disappointed in the abundance of scarlet, gold,orange, and green. The forest floor was covered in fallen leaves…so much that we couldn’t find the trails at first. We didn’t bring our trail map. Once we found one trail, we were able to see the markers on the trees, and you could tell most of the trails by the clear cuts. We could hear the woodpeckers above the rustling of the dead leaves as we trudged through.
Wylie was delighted to be free for a bit. She ran and played and met lots of new human friends.
Then, Wylie met Rosie and Tucker, her very first equestrian acquaintances ever. The horses were unfazed by Wylie. However, Wylie was petrified of them!
The fall folliage beautifully reflected in the water and sunlight.
I felt like we had only walked a short bit. When we arrived home after the ride from the park, I felt kind of stiff which surprised me since I didn’t think we’d gone far. Dirt Man informed me we’d actually hiked six miles. I guess I really am getting used to this. Things here on the East Coast are not quite as magnificently sized or geologically challenged as we witnessed out West, but it sure is good to be home. Home soothes my soul.