Chapter 4 - Discovering Floodwood Mountain

We'd enjoyed the scenic summit of Floodwood Mountain and were on our way back down to the trail head. The dogs stopped at every brook for a drink of cold water:

The trail was reinforced with White Birch logs for a spell, making for a dry and attractive walkway:

There were huge rocks providing walkways across each brook. I wondered if these were man made or naturally occurring but concluded that only very large equipment could have moved them into place - and there was no evidence of large equipment along that narrow path through the forest. Apparently they were just found like that when the trail was made:

We reached the sign at the bottom of the mountain which left only a short stretch of dirt road to take us back to our parked car:

And the scenery along the road was superb. These Pearly Everlastings were abundant and lovely. I imagined that many a pioneer family had dried them for a touch of beauty which lasted all winter long:

The dirt lane meandered through woods and fields:

We stopped at a small pond so the dogs could have another drink of water, but they'd already had their fill:

Happy, happy dogs in a spectacular natural setting:

Goldenrod was blooming along the road and, mixed with the blue Gentians, made a colorful display:

And this White Admiral butterfly was enjoying the ferns, flowers and sunshine. It seemed to be accompanying us along the way:

Here's a close-up of its wondrously colored wings:

But all good things must come to an end. We reached the car and the dogs jumped back inside. But I had to take one more photo as I stood there enjoying the aroma of pines and balsams. And then we continued on our way: