A MOUNTAIN OF FIREWOOD ON HWY. I3, WAITING FOR WINTER |
Late yesterday afternoon we decided to drive west on Hwy.13 to Cornucopia and have dinner at the Village Inn. My plan was to let Joan drive while I took some fall color photos, as fall is reluctantly starting to appear.
My plan was put into disarray by the setting sun, so bright it nearly blinded us all the way, making both driving and photography nearly impossible. I did get a partial shot of an enormous mountain of logs waiting to be sawed into stove lengths by the biggest purveyor of firewood in the area. This may not be a scientific prediction of the severity of the coming winter, but it's probably as reliable as counting wooly bear caterpillars.
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