Not much action yesterday. Skies were grey, temperature was cool and there was an east wind, which brought no visitors. I continued knitting my second mitten and then went to town on the south trail. This is where I first learned the art of creative weed whacking-horizontal, vertical and even a hedge trimmer. I used titanium string but wasn’t too impressed with it and went through it before I completed the trail.
It’s funny because when we were last here, I adopted the south trail and Tim, the north. And so it remains. He finished opening up the north trail yesterday. We have to fill a gianormous hole at the beginning of the south trail where you could lose a small child.
Sunset was brief but beautiful.