When we first moved to the country we spent a lot of time exploring the off roads. We would pack a lunch, bundle up Little Dog, consult the back roads maps, and head off in the jeep. After over a year of living here, I feel like I have a fairly good idea of where each path leads off to. The other weekend, we decided to follow a new path that had been cleared for logging. A short drive down the path and we came to a large clearing next to a small lake that we hadn't visited before. Obviously a popular camping site, the area was set up with multiple campfire rings and a long rope swing strung up between two extremely large pines. A wobbly dock led through the cattails towards the water for fishing. The area was breath taking in itself but made that much more wonderful by the bright oranges and yellows of the autumn season.
Follow the dilapidated dock to deeper waters.
Dragonfly sunning herself as I passed by.
A week later I learned that the entire area has been marked for logging. We often take for granted the beauty that is just beyond our back door.