We spent Sunday hiking in the Skookumchuck. 
A road like this was used for trucks pulling lumber out of the forest. 
The top of the mountain. 
The fresh fragrance of the earth, a wondrous experience. 
Someone had arranged rocks into a circle, so I added sticks. 
Didn't need it, but I carried counter assault to be on the safe side. 
Little streams, elk trails through the woods, the embrace of solitude. My kind of place.
