It wasn't raining, but it was gray and damp. In the morning it had rained some, so everything was wet. Still, hiking in the woods is something we all enjoy, so we decided to go for it.

     

Lonnie knows a lot about the woods. He was always stopping and pointing out some little detail that was worth knowing more about. Mostly though, the kids just ran on ahead.

     

  

     

A couple miles down the trail we came across this one room house in the woods. If there was a kitchen garden for the people that must have lived in it, the space had been reclaimed by the trees long ago. Now it's just a drafty shack that is the perfect place to explore and ponder the difference between their lives and ours. There was nothing inside but a wood floor and a fireplace. Between many of the logs in the walls were gaps almost wide enough to put your finger through. It must have been very drafty unless the caulking fell out since they left.

     

        

     

Somewhere in there Lonnie said that geologists refer to rocks that are totally different from everything around them as "radical rocks". I think he meant something that had been picked up by a glacier and moved thousands of miles from everything that resembled it, but that white rock looked radical to us. Most of the other rocks in the area were dark gray.