|A view from one of the logging roads. |
We turned up the road, but the view kept us at the gate for a bit.
|Doesn't this look like a Bev Doolittle painting?|
Where's the horse? Or fox?
|Across the road...|
|And around the bend...|
|A view into the valley from a clear cut.|
Well, not completely clear...
|A view when headed back.|
|Hi, I'm George!|
(Yes, I was in a playful mood.)