An after-church jaunt to find some wildflowers to capture ended up in an almost wild goose chase. Field flowers were sparse, the roads had few places to turn out, and we were soon headed back down the mountain.
The old buildings in Fiddletown are worth a look, and while there we met Larry and Chuck who were putting in their 'almost 100' mile trek beginning somewhere in the valley. They looked rested, envigorated and happy to be tootling along a dangerously narrow 'highway.' So we can add 'brave' to that list.
The treasury of flowers worth shooting (with plenty of room to park) were most likely hand scattered seeds along a recently built bridge. Not the naturally wildest selection, but beautiful nonetheless.
God providentially planted the oak trees in His own second-cause way.