Meandering down my favorite Harte Trail (the former Grand Trunk Pacific Railway), I'm always discovering something new. Nature is never boring. Blossoms in the spring, berries in the summer, colored leaves in the fall, and the peace of snow in the winter. But fall might be my favorite. The air is pungent with decay as my footsteps crackle over the dry leaves. This Great Horned Owl watched me as I watched him.
October is ghost season and while I grieve the loss of my dear dog, Buddy, I feel his spirit in these woods. Rest in peace, dearest Buddy.
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