vituperation

July 21, 2003

Saturday, we headed up to Green Mountain (damn, we have a lot of mountains around here, don’t we?) to check out the Nature Trail, which Robyn had never seen and I hadn’t seen since my dad and stepmom got married some 20 years ago.

I documented with the camera.

A gorgeous tiger swallowtail was indulging on our butterfly bush.

The trailhead.

A little waterfall / stream down to the lake the nature trail encompasses.

The lake, which is so stunningly beautiful pictures can’t do it justice.

A covered bridge. The Cambron one, to be exact.

Woo, geese! And they seemed to sort of like the corn.

The woods were loaded with tiny little toads. Or frogs.
Or whatever the hell they were. Robyn with the toads was like Lennie with
the rabbits, if you know what I mean.

A log cabin. I think maybe Mr. Green (of Green Mountain)
lived here, but I’m not sure because I wasn’t paying a
lot of attention to the plaque.

Beautiful, I’m telling you. Simply stunning.
Though it looks a little Friday-the-13th’y here.

The path. It would take some serious effort to
get lost here, but I suspect it’s happened before,
this being Alabama and all.

My parents were married in this little chapel.
I think I was the best man, but I’m not sure.
I had to hand over the ring at the appropriate time.

We ended the walk by sitting on a little sweetheart bench and staring
at the lake. Did I mention the lake was beautiful?

Why yes, yes I will try to feed anything I can from my hands.

An innocent scene.

Until you look a little closer.

And find Tubby birdwatching.

Note the plethora of tomatoes. Finally, something I can grow.