This is the the third and final post about Swallow Falls State Park in Maryland (previous posts can be found here and here).
I wonder if dogs had hiking boots back then.
I suspect it was just as picturesque in those days, perhaps even more.
That's Marie, pretending to be Atlas, holding things up so we could safely pass by.
This tree was still growing.
This one reminded me of The Scream.
Partridgeberry, a plant of the forest floor, and one we have growing in the yard.
As you have seen, this was a very nice park. There was a longer trail, some five plus miles, that, on a drier day, no doubt would have been quite enjoyable methinks. We'll just have to go back.
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