The dogs and I emerged from the woods back into the Lowbush Blueberry fields atop Harvey Mountain. The trail leads right through these fields and, except for blueberry picking, I'd not strayed off the path lest I trample the plants. But this time I noticed deer paths crisscrossing the fields and decided that I could, in good conscience, follow them. The dogs were quite happy about this development. You can see some of the scenery off in the distance and hear the winds and bird songs:
The life, travels, hikes and adventures of an old codger who is retired and living with five dogs, five cats and various other critters on a small farm in northern New York.
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