Today we decided it was time to cross the road and check out the re-opened Seneca Trail, and take a trip to the waterfall, a nice destination trail that always makes for a good time. Glad I put it in my GPS, though, there was one turn that would have never been found without it! When we reached the road, I got down and put Lola on a lead, because we had to traipse up the side of the road for a bit, and didn't want to take any chances. Fortunately, the only vehicle that came by slowed down for us. Seneca Trail had been closed earlier in the season because of all the rain, and frankly, it probably should have stayed closed for a while longer, the mud was pretty bad in some spots. But we made it through okay, and the rest of the trail was very nice. We got a bit turned around in an area that had been so washed out the trail was invisible, and had to go dangerously cross-country until we ran into it on a ridge again. That led us back to the trail that took us to the waterfall, where we enjoyed a few moments in quiet solitude until a family of tattooed and pierced parents with badly behaved kids came along, so we wrapped it up and headed back, stopping briefly to pay our respects at the family cemetery that is along the trail. We could hear the race in the distance as we were riding, though it faded out a bit by the time we got back to camp. We got the horses put away and started packing up for tomorrow's departure, then I got a call at dusk from my brother, who had suddenly decided to "avoid the traffic" in the morning by coming up and spending the night here. I had to talk him along until he got here, then we joined the camp in an ISS sighting before heading off to bed. He suggested we have breakfast together in the morning (interpret this as "You can fix us all breakfast"), and we all went to bed.
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