The dogs and I were exploring the shoreline of Clear Pond, in the White Hill Wild Forest (see also Part 1, posted yesterday):
I'd almost given up on finding any wildflowers when I spotted this Painted Trillium:
We got to the end of Clear Pond and turned back the way we'd come:
The dogs were ecstatic to be going back, just like when we were heading out:
The great explorers, in their own minds a pack of playful wolf pups:
I certainly hadn't found many spring wildflowers, but here was a second Painted Trillium:
Daphne proved she wasn't just a pampered foo-foo dog by playing in a mud puddle:
And every time we came to another water access, we took it:
Even though we'd just been here a half hour ago, the dogs rejoiced as if we'd found a new treasure:
They ran around a beaver felled tree and on to the next easily accessible shoreline spot:
This was the place with the former campfire, meaning we were almost back to our car:
We followed the trail back through the forest toward the trail head, stopping along the way to explore an old stone foundation, probably where someone's cabin once stood. I hadn't seen many wildflowers, but we'd had a great time in an exquisitely beautiful place:
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