Inside every f.a.t girl there's a skinny girl and a whole lot of chocolate; this blog is dedicated to my erratic attempts to set the skinny girl free (consisting mainly of walking up hills, and stopping to look at things along the way.)
Occasionally, I may rant.
Thursday, 22 April 2004
Ah, now that's what I call a walk
A real serious walk today. Geoffrey came with me to Colonial Knob where we went in at the entrance beside Spicer Park, up past the reservoir (the one that's still there) and on to the point where the track meets up with the gravel road. From here we went down and turned right along a side track, and followed some firebreaks that eventually took us to the "clean landfill" which we went through, out to the road proper and then up the road to the car. A round trip which I have been wanting to try for a while, but wasn't quite brave enough to do on my own as it isn't entirely clear which way to go.
There are rabbits on Colonial Knob, at least on the lower slopes. This is one of them. (There's no larger version this time, this image is cropped down rather than shrunk.)
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