I took a trip through the gordath last week. Here are a few scenes from Gordath Wood and Red Gold Bridge. (As always, click on the photos to enlarge.)
The morning’s slanted shadows striped the little gravel parking lot at the trailhead to the Connecticut trail.
Lynn never reached the highway, as she had half-feared. Instead, she, Red Bird, and the dog wound down off the ridge, entering the deep woods where the sun stabbed through in pale, narrow columns.
They backed themselves into a little copse, far enough away that she could no longer see the morrim or the trail.