Consider this a continuation of my previous post; same vacation, different day.
This was actually one of the last things we did while I was over there; a nice little walk in the woods. That picture doesn’t do it justice—the walk started in the “it’s not spring yet” portion, but as we made our way downhill, we started to see actual greenery.
We had pretty good luck with the weather—it was nice and sunny while we were at the top of the hill; the wind picked up a bit right as we were getting to the shore of the reservoir, just enough to give the trees some fun movement.
Reservoirs are a fun bit of infrastructure; for the most part, they don’t really look like infrastructure, right up until they really do.
There’s little pieces that are obviously man-made, sure, but for the most part, it’s easy enough to just let nature handle it.
And then there’s the unofficial pieces that people add.
And, despite the signs posted every fifty feet along the path on the way in, ‘this is our water supply, don’t swim in it, people drink this,’ there’s always a rope swing.
