Every time we take the dogs back, we attack a small area next to the trail. Here we can see the difference: outside looking in and inside looking out. It is really quite oppressive when the woods are dense and wild.
It was an odd day. Often it was quite clear with a vivid blue sky. Though it was dark under the trees, the sky was bright, and the higher branches--still with an impressive burden of leaves--caught the early morning sun.
At other times, a mist rose from the forest floor and the sun was filtered through a dull haze lit with occasional bright patches. I tried to capture this, but it was a subtle and fleeting effect (plus, I had entirely the wrong ISO setting).
We had our first major snowfall--several centimeters of slush. Rain fell through the night and the snow followed; it was very dense and made for difficult driving. As I descended Graveyard Hill, I saw a truck in the ditch. On the English Settlement Road, the person ahead of me ranged between 50 and 60 km, so I passed him--but not until we were well down route 8, on the flats by the river. This turned out to be difficult. The whole trip took 1h, 20m, which is about as bad as it ever gets. Pictures will follow--this is much heavier than the sprinkling we received on Oct. 17.
