Fall and winter is the time of year when the dogs and I ramble around for hours in the woods. No bugs that bite, only brambles that catch, and it's easier to negotiate through low-growing trees that have fewer leaves.
Through the middle of our woods is a ravine, and at any given point it's depth may be anywhere from two to twenty feet. The sides are mostly dirt and roots. In some spots, there are plants and trees growing horizontally out of the sheer walls. When the rain is heavy enough, it's a swift running creek, and at the deepest points, the water has eroded everything away except for smoo... More