The deer that pause at the edge of the woods look up with curiosity at your struggle but pause only shortly before moving on their way. Sometimes if you are on the hillside you can spot a burnished red fox trotting across a glen far below in pursuit of some rodent that was flushed by the recent rain. Other times you may see a small garter snake exploring his newly discovered world.
If you arrive in early June and you are willing to climb to the smooth top of a small mountain you can see the wild azaleas blooming like pink gowned fairy princesses mingling in sweet conversation across the open mountain top. These are not the azaleas of front yards in the southern US. These are the azaleas that hold their own against harsh winter winds and bitter icy storms to burst forth with the spring weather claiming their place for just a short time without the care of man. Their color is magnificently matched by their fragrance. And some of them even have