Of course, I might have overdone things this time with my ankle, but we needed just one more day on the trail before we headed home. We decided to walk the trail in the opposite direction from where we had just biked the day before, which meant better opportunities for photos since we weren’t moving quite as fast.
Looking down Pine Creek from the bridge at Slate Run.
It had finally rained at Slate Run the night before, and the clouds were doing their “night after it rained” formations.
This shot just looked like a tunnel into the wilderness. I liked the way the trees framed the view and the trail invited you right in.
This little girl was along the edge of the trail laying eggs, we presume. We found several holes that had been dug along the way and, beside a couple of them, what looked to be the leathery shells of ransacked turtle nests. I hope these ones make it.