Today we bushwhacked a bit today, or I should say I did since Maya does so as a matter of course. We followed the rim of a small valley to where the land fanned out on the skirt of the mountain. We went through an old gate opening in a beautiful stone wall and then toward a secondary hill where I found some trees with rocks around their bases. Either someone mounded the rocks and planted the trees in the mounds—maybe to give them something to latch onto—or they put rocks around them afterward. I think the former but I'm speculating.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Rock mounds
Two days after walking Maya in the misty woods—we got about six inches of snow—there's no snow left. Such a brief taste of winter. I don't mind, but I don't mind winter either.
Today we bushwhacked a bit today, or I should say I did since Maya does so as a matter of course. We followed the rim of a small valley to where the land fanned out on the skirt of the mountain. We went through an old gate opening in a beautiful stone wall and then toward a secondary hill where I found some trees with rocks around their bases. Either someone mounded the rocks and planted the trees in the mounds—maybe to give them something to latch onto—or they put rocks around them afterward. I think the former but I'm speculating.
Today we bushwhacked a bit today, or I should say I did since Maya does so as a matter of course. We followed the rim of a small valley to where the land fanned out on the skirt of the mountain. We went through an old gate opening in a beautiful stone wall and then toward a secondary hill where I found some trees with rocks around their bases. Either someone mounded the rocks and planted the trees in the mounds—maybe to give them something to latch onto—or they put rocks around them afterward. I think the former but I'm speculating.
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