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.
"After the first glass, you see things as you wish they were. After the second, you see things as they are not. Finally, you see things as they really are, which is the most horrible thing in the world."
--Oscar Wilde on Absinthe