At first I thought that it was just the neighbor's hounds, but there were too many and they sounded like they were in the front yard rather than down the road. I got up and looked out the kitchen window. There were five pickup trucks parked in front of my house and a half-dozen older hunters were out there, looking up the steep bank on the other side of the street. A couple of the guys were busy getting control of the hounds and trying to send them straight up the bank. The first couple of dogs went up (and I could here still more of them baying up on the mountain above) but the last two balked and were unceremoniously tossed back into one of the trucks.
A couple of the hunters walked a short distance down the road to the actual trail that gets you up on the mountainside. A little while later I heard one shotgun blast. Soon most of the trucks and hunters went south a few hundred feet and parked off the road. One pickup truck remained for a while.
Just before the last truck left, I looked out the front window again. This time I saw a little red sedan parked in the yard directly in front of my house. Then a youngish guy came into view, heading for the car. He was carrying a camera and I suppose he took a picture or two of my scenic overlook.
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| Looking roughly northeast from my yard, 2013-10-24 at 11:39 AM EDT. This was arguably the peak color day at my place. |
Lisa had told me that she wanted her ashes thrown off of the Devil's Courthouse long before we even considered moving up here and before I had even seen a picture of the Courthouse. Now that we're here it is just a few miles' drive from home.
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| Lisa talking to a ranger at the Devil's Courthouse on 30 September 2011. |
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