September 2013

In few places is history layered across the landscape like it is in the Hamilton Valley.

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Hamilton Valley is in Meremec State Park, so of course there are caves and springs. Probably more that I noticed.

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Melancholy in the Ozarks. Or, a cemetery fading down into the fallen leaves.

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This thing sits like a grounded UFO in Washington State Park.

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Finding old ruins is often a matter of catching a brief window in spring.

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A lovely, varied park. Shame about the feral hogs, though.

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I'm still not really philosophical about the whole feral hog thing.

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Is this the prettiest picture I've taken all year?

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I stopped by on a windy day. The flags were stiff in the wind (nice), and the air was full of dust (not so nice, since the place was a lead smelter).

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My anti-chigger vigilance slipped for just ten minutes, and this is the result:

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Another fishing destination, but with a long trail to a natural bridge.

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This biggest hills and the best views in the state, without excepttion.

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It rained all week before the first weekend in May. Not normally a fact worth noting, except that this year, I went to Taum Sauk that Saturday.

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