In search of a new trail before the snow hits the ground
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So, we climbed and climbed to the top of this hill. Doesn't take too long to get o the top and when you get to the top, the view is worth a million bucks.
I've gone by this hill a hundred or more times. Always on my bike. Always wanted to know, that what I was convinced, would be a long forgotten, miners hide-a-way. It's near the RR bed of long ago. In fact, in the opposite direction of this hill, deep in the ravine below, are old cabins. So, it only made sense that above there would be similar 100 year old dwellings, too.

At some point the dogs took off in different directions. Lucie, as usual, stayed close. Kayla, decided to explore on her own. At times, driving me to a worried state of "where's Kayla?".
After calls and great whistles from Joanne, once again, the "booger head" would appear. Only to disappear over the next set of hills and reappear shortly after.

