We were hiking our way up to the top of Coney Mountain, the dogs and I, and enjoying the wildflowers along the way. Spring Beauties were in full bloom:
And Red Trilliums:
The climb was gradual and quite easy, even for an old codger like me:
And the dogs would stop and wait for me every so often:
We were nearing the summit:
The incline turned steeper:
And rockier:
And higher:
We were almost there:
Maybe this was the last incline?:
No, there was one more:
Ah, we made it. Coney mountain has a wonderful, 360 degree view and you can see why I coined the word, "spec-top-ular." The dogs were quite happy and so was I. I'll post Part 3 tomorrow:
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