There’s nothing like an old stone wall, crumbling and forgotten, to make a gray day seem even grayer. I’m sure its builder would be as surprised to find it still here as I was to find it at all only a few steps away, though all but hidden from the trail.

These thick leathery plants are suddenly everywhere. A good reminder to sometimes look down.

Like a gate, these sticks block the way to a small clearing, owned by cardinals.