A dead millipeed on the trail.
Bridge across the stream.
Big leaves are a new site compared to California mountain trails.
We went to church this morning. The pastor is a retired methodits that was asked by the church to consider being it's pastor and now he has been there a number of years. He is a really good expositor preacher and loves the folks there and they love him.
We met our neighbors and talked economy, (most folks here a very conservative) housing market, someone to mow our property so it does not get out of hand, & she has a great doll collection. They are Ron and Charlotte. They tell me the man that lives across the street form the golf course collects golf balls, catogorizes them and stores them in egg crates to sell as used if you just knock on his door. So guess who will be knocking on his door today.
We hiked the trail to the Cascade falls next and did not quite get to the top before out tee time and had to turn back.
We went golfing at 5:00 pm and finished by 8:00 with an hour of daylight left.
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