As a boy, I spent much of my time on the Little Stillwater Creek that runs through our family farm's acreage. While my father was on the tractor plowing the fields, I was methodically creating and maintaining a series of trails along the creek. With these few acres of my own, old habits are blazing anew.
Wonderful thing about trailblazing in my neck of the woods: other humans, and even the wildlife, have already created most of the paths.
Cougar paw rock at the creek bed junction for Zayante Creek and the Redwoods Estates inlet
Fern bank
Zayante fjords
Grooves with the flow
Tank pool—part I
Falling down doesn't necessarily mean it's the end if you grow from it.
Tank pool—part II
Creekside seat
Good trail, but I rank parts as strenuous and not for the meek, or well dressed.
