Something like 150 years ago, this area
was still densely forested. About 100 years ago, there was a town in
this area
where the loggers and mill workers lived. Now all that's left is this
graveyard. There were only a few graves with significant markers, and
of
those this was the only one I took a picture of. Those stakes mark
where the "unmarked graves" are. Some anthropologist went through with
some sort of sensor and identified the locations of all of them. S/He
left the stakes to tell the story to the rest of us.
I think this was the only large meadow
like plain we passed while riding. Most of the time there were trees
around us.
Blue was the horse I
rode. You can see the back of her ears in many of the above pictures.
They call her blue because of her blue eyes. A very gentle, attentive,
and
considerate horse, but even so my back is still a bit sore from the
unusual exercise that riding was for me. I think the last time before
this ride
I was on a horse, I was still a preteen living in Switzerland.
