From a morning spent traipsing around on the other side of the hill, for a change. The fields and woods are now covered in all different kinds of wildflowers.
Hey, look, the tunnel of love! Looks like the ride’s over, before it even begins, though…
I recognized this path from online photos. It takes one up over the tunnel and into a little grove of tall trees, their upper trunks twisted every which way from the winds (also to an abandoned treehouse. It reminded me of the patch of woods I ran around in as a child, where we built things and probably terrorized wildlife.)