CZ is always mentioning here how grouse hunters hunt their memories and I am guilty of that one today.
This walking trail didn't get mowed in time for the opener, but they finally got around to it earlier this week.
There is a child's grave marker on this one that tells a very-sad story about a little girl. I always used-to stop as I walked by it and remove my hat (as I had seen my FIL do here many years ago now) and I did so again this morning.
Why some folks get to live long lives and others die before they even get started will always be a mystery to me
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Still a lovely trail, but it just got too warm on this walk (low 80s) to enjoy it any further, so I abbreviated it. Took a short break, looked this old Parker over, and headed back to the car.
I think I'll go fishing thisafternoon instead.