I find time to hike between riding, though often I am scouting places to go riding later! I know many people who have gone riding in Spenceville, but I never have, and it had been a few years since I'd hiked it. Out the curvy windy road, onto the rutted dirt road, over the tiny rickety bridge, in my Subaru it wasn't bad, it would take awhile in a horse trailer!
But the rolling green hills beckoned. As did the path less traveled. My SO and I began our wander on a faint path, and just meandered.
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| bucolic cows and babies |
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| herd of cows, and horses |
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| lovely skeleton tree |
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| pond, looked like a beaver dam |
Past the cows and babies! I am not sure how Major would do with these big creatures, I think I would get off and walk him through. There were two horses out there too, looking fat and sassy.
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| Spenceville view |
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| I had faith in this faint path |
The trail disappeared at times, but I could hear the creek below. At one point SO wanted to cut down the hill, but my instinct told me no, keep going. And we did. And ended up right at the waterfall, our final destination, just on the opposite side than the usual trail. But a great view.
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| dry creek falls |
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| cool lichen |
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| small river/creek gorge |
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| poppies |
An adventure, lunch, rocks, river, a good book, a great afternoon. One day I'll bring the horse and explore, but sometimes it is nice to use your own two feet and see the details that I miss when trotting the trail.
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| an actual road home |
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| the road less traveled |
