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.
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Cougar paw rock at the creek bed junction for Zayante Creek and the Redwoods Estates inlet |
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Fern bank |
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Zayante fjords |
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Grooves with the flow |
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Tank pool—part I |
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Falling down doesn't necessarily mean it's the end if you grow from it. |
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Tank pool—part II |
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Creekside seat |
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Good trail, but I rank parts as strenuous and not for the meek, or well dressed. |