A Return To Hays Brook, Part 2

The dogs and I were on our way to pick up a new pooch, and on the way had stopped at Hays Brook. We left the trail and had been climbing slowly up a hill toward a crest which I could see through the trees:

We arrived at the top, a knife-edged ridge which dropped off steeply on both sides. I wondered what process had created this geological oddity, but they're really not all that odd. I see quite a few of them. As for the view from the top, it was all forest in every direction:

Madeline romped through the forest on an emerald carpet of moss:

Clover ran every which way but always kept an eye on me:

I managed to get Fergus, Daphne and Madeline to hold still long enough for a photo, but Fergus didn't look any too happy about it, did he?:

The "Silly Sisters" weren't acting silly this time:

Daphne paused momentarily atop a bed of mosses, Reindeer Lichens and Lowbush Blueberries:

And Madeline came over to join her:

Big brown mushrooms sprouted all along the trail and in the moss/lichen beds:

But we still had a long drive ahead of us, so I gave a call and we all began moving back toward our car:

This is one of the prettiest forests and the dogs seemed to enjoy it also:

One last photo of Clover and we were on our way to pick up a new Papillon. But I'll post about that tomorrow: