The dogs and I had hiked down to the banks of the St. Regis River and it was lovely. But the time soon came to return to the car, so I gave a call and we began retracing our steps:
The lower forests, near the river, were mostly old growth Hemlock:
Seamus, Fergus and Madeline on the trail. The two "Silly Sisters" were off somewhere, no doubt acting silly:
Little clover smiled for the camera while Daphne looked on from above:
We all walked around this fallen tree except for Madeline. She insisted on walking right through its branches:
As the trail brought us higher, the forest became mostly mixed hardwoods:
More fallen Mountain Maple leaves. They have more variety than any other species I know. Some day I'll find a collection of different colors and patterns and photograph them all together:
As the trail brought us higher, the forest became mostly Red Pine, with a green carpet of mosses and lichens on the ground:
It all appeared quite magical, reminding me of Black Forest scenes in my old Viewmaster when I was a youngster. Could the Big, Bad Wolf be just around that bend?:
The dogs played on the green moss:
And we continued on:
We saw the car up ahead. That produced as much doggy excitement as did arriving here:
Everyone jumped happily up into the car, which I very carefully turned around and aimed homeward:
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