Yesterday I made a special effort to go hiking at Willow River State Park because I knew that it might be my last chance until next spring. The weather forecasters said that by today the trails would be covered with snow. I spent a couple of hours tramping through the woods discovering faint trails through the woods that weren’t visible before all the trees and shrubs dropped their leaves. I saw parts of the park I wasn’t even aware off. I took a few photos:
(I derived the title of this post from the title of one of the best novels I’ve read over the last several years, John Irving’s Last Night In Twisted River.)