It's the second-to-last weekend in November, and it was perfect hiking weather in the lower Midwest. No rain, orange leaves covering the forest floor, and absolutely no one out in the woods... except the deer hunters. A tad startling to have the silence shattered by the sound of gunshots echoing off the rock faces.
You know it's a good hike when you find yourself saying, "Let me sit down on my ass so I don't fall on it" when trying to scurry down a slippery embankment.
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