We chatted for a bit and she showed me that they had her nature books for sale there. Then she decided to do a few things and would catch up with me on the trail for a little time together. I told her I was a slow hiker, always stopping to look, smell and listen to everything. She was surprised that when she did catch up with me I had not gone very far. That's me, enjoying the scenery.
Throughout the hike I was trying to spot birds. Unfortunately I could hear them in some areas but could not spot them. Sometimes a leaf or pine cone would fall and I would look hoping it was a bird. At one point I could hear a tapping, and finally spotted this little character on a tree.I am not sure if it is some kind of woodpecker (sure Pat would know) or another bug seeking bird.
Tryon Creek was pretty low but still pretty.
This growth brought to mind the bones of a dinosaur covered in forest growth. Really rather eerie.
I spotted a few fungi, not sure if mushrooms or toadstools.
One rock stood out among many in the stream.
On the way home after my hike at Tryon, I stopped at Mary S. Young State Park for a quick peek before the sun set completely.
I loved the reflection in the river of the colorful fall trees.
Such a nice end to the day.
I needed that, because as the day approaches marking 1 year since my husband died, a lot of emotions have been tumbling around inside me. Fall is the mark of an end of a season, so it seems so apropos.
A life ends and yet life goes on.