I’ve been going through the rest of the photos from Great Falls (that would be the Maryland side, Alto2) and realized that they’re all pretty similar. They’re good photos, but how many photos of raging water can I expect my readers to look at?
So, one more and then I’m moving right along to the hike M and I took on Sunday.
Good. Now that Great Falls is out of the way, I can move right along to Sunday’s hike.
Joining the Brandywine River Museum also gives us access to the Brandywine Conservancy preserves so we decided to go for a hike at the Laurels Preserves. It was a very nice hike. I really like the scenery and the shape of the land in this area. Even the drive out to the preserves was pretty. We went through an area where they hold fox hunts. I was reading at Wikipedia that American fox hunters don’t kill the fox. The thrill is in the chase and all that. Frequently the hounds pick up the scent of a coyote and they end up chasing that instead of a fox.
I’m not going to editorialize on fox hunting. I mention it at all because we drove through the area. It’s a beautiful area with lots of meadows, the land rolling and curvy.
We hiked about 3 miles, taking our time because the trails were muddy and mushy. We crossed two covered bridges, walked through woods, fields and meadows, and hauled ourselves up one very big and steeper-than-it-looks hill to be rewarded with a gorgeous view of the area.
Here are a few photos from our drive and hike:
Some of the fox hunting grounds:
The start of our hike:
The first covered bridge:
Making our way up the hill:
The last bit of hillage:
M enjoying the view:
Looks like I’ll be doing this is parts, too. More photos tomorrow.
As you can see, we had a beautiful day for hiking. The weather has been quite nice for several days now. Today the temperature is in the 70’s, cloudy with lots of sunny spells. Thunder storms are due to roll in later and colder weather (with the possibility of snow/ice) will be here in time for the weekend.
That’s too bad, as we’re going to the shore (in Maryland) for the weekend. When M and I were dating we went to the Jersey shore for a St. Patrick’s Day picnic that I’d planned. The timing wasn’t great. The weather was cold, windy, and it snowed. It was the first and only time I’ve seen it snow at the beach. I wonder if it will snow on us again, over 30 years later? And wouldn’t that be an interesting coincidence if it did?
Not that I’m voting for snow, mind you. I’m just saying. 🙂