“It’s cold out there, and breezy–where can we go that is woodsy but not windy?” I asked. We piled in the van and headed over to Letchworth State Park for an hour or so walk, accompanied joyfully by Bree, the puppy my sister is dog-sitting for a friend.
There was a bit of snow, not a lot. Oak trees were losing their leaves, they fell twirling around us. For some reason they really caught my eye–such a beautiful rich brown color.
We stopped to admire the dramatic middle falls, with the frost-rimed vegetation and icicles all around.
The wooded ravines were steep, and quiet. Only the little streams made a bit of noise, and now and then a crow would call. We didn’t see anyone else until we got to the road along the edge of the Letchworth canyon.
A perfect way to spend the middle of an afternoon on the day after Thanksgiving!