I was surprised to find the short, faint, overgrown trail leading from the small automobile turnout along Road B-3500. Perhaps an old trail, or perhaps a future trail prospect? The summit was nice and peaceful. Sadly, no bucks were seen.
"Got tight last night on absinthe and did knife tricks. Great success shooting the knife into the piano. The woodworms are so bad and eat hell out of all furniture that you can always claim the woodworms did it."