After our visitors left this morning, I couldn't resist the blue sky, sixty degree temperature and changing colors. I laced my shoes, loaded my bottle belt, and aimed at Wildcat Mountain. This jogger almost tripped when he traded waves with some loggers he recognized. For a while after, I kept my eyes on the ground. (Be sure to click on each photo if you want to see the entire view.)
Not a single car. Just me and the leaves.
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